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Who: Gilbert Nightray & open!
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.

This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!

Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.

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[Excuse me, that sign says one pie per customer!! Surely Timcanpy counts too, right.

And it doesn't immediately occur to Allen why you might be glancing at his incredibly strong, masculine features.] —Weren't what?

[Masculine. Right.

...He scrutinizes a second longer, just to make sure.]

Ah...the - affliction that people have been complaining about on the network. Or enjoying far too much.

[MAS...CULINE...

Just like the way his voice squeaks.]

Affliction... No! [He looks down at himself not that he's checki— BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS.] Of course I wasn't!

[VIOLENT WINCE.]

N-no, of course, I knew that! I was just...ah, making sure since...!

[It's hard to tell with some people!]

[SINCE...?]

...But you already knew it, right?

[Ha ha! Allen walks further inside, with a smile.]

Of course! I was just double-checking!

[Holding up his hands defensively-!]

Ah - not that it was necessary! I just...er, I was just making conversation I...guess...

[Wow, this conversation is already a disaster. Let's distract with food!!!]

Did you want to try some pie...?

[DISTRACTION IS SUPER EFFECTIVE Allen Walker is placated.

He supposes he can let things slide for now. Because pie.]

Yes, please.

[He doesn't even bother to cut the thing into pieces - he just hands Allen a full pie in a tin and a fork. Eat up, bro.]

Does this holiday exist in your world?

Thank you!

[Answers the question between bites;]

Mm, I don't know. It might... I'd never been to Canada.

[Meanwhile, Tim scoots closer to Gil...]

Only England, right?

[He's got his eye on you, Tim...! The little gollum/NV is getting side-eyed something fierce right now.]

[CLOSER...]

Ah, no, I've been to many other countries! I'm from England, but I've done a lot of travel...

Which other countries did you visit?

[He's looked over a few maps here, so he's familiar with some of the names of the countries on the other side of the world. Meanwhile, he leans in a little to stare Tim down. What are you doing you little jerk........]

[HOW DARE YOU suspect Tim of anything. He'll stare up at Gil with his ~~puppy-dog eyes~~... cross thing, innocently.]

Well... I've spent some time in India, and China as well. And I've been all across Europe- to Germany, and France, and Romania...

[WHY IS IT STARING AT ME........]

I've heard of some of those. What was France like?

[Odd as it sounds he's met France...or at least a person who claimed to be France. He owes him a lot of gratitude for teaching him about French cooking, actually.]

[...it creeps closer...]

France is a lovely country. The cities like Paris have many beautiful buildings— and the food is very good, as well.

[STILL SIDE EYING...]

I met a person here once who claimed to be...France. [You can hear the (unsure) in his voice as he admits this.]

[STOPS AGAIN...

Allen, meanwhile, asks very politely, as if he must have misheard;]

...You what?

[He scratches at his cheek awkwardly...]

He claimed to be a country...apparently this was a normal thing in his world.

And he taught me how to make macarons.

[Claimed

to be a country...]

...A king, you mean?

[Those guys can be a little nutty sometimes.]

No, he didn't govern it. He was it. He explained this better...

[

...uh huh...]

Were his macarons good?

They were.

[Why do all of their conversations end up about food.]

They're different than the ones we have at home. Everything is, though...

I still don't understand how he was France... What sort do you have at home?

[Because food.

Tim is nibbling on the edge Gilbert's shirt now.]

Well, they're a little sweeter and - hey!

[He jerks his hand away from the stupid flying piece of crap. R U D E Tim. So very rude!]

Wh— sorry!

[YANKING TIM AWAY!! The golem makes some sort of bizarre, almost-mechanical growling noise at Gilbert- but after a quick rebuke from Allen, he settles down. And Allen sets him on his shoulder.] Sorry...

S-so, anyway! Those sound good, I'd like to try them sometime. This pie was very good, as well! [He holds up his empty pie tin, which hasn't had any pie left in it for a few minutes now.]