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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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[debtor]

[CLOSER...]

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

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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........]

[debtor]

[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...

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[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.]

[debtor]

[...it creeps closer...]

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

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[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.]

[debtor]

[STOPS AGAIN...

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

...You what?

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[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.

[debtor]

[Claimed

to be a country...]

...A king, you mean?

[Those guys can be a little nutty sometimes.]

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

[debtor]

[





...uh huh...]

Were his macarons good?

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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...

[debtor]

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.]

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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!]

[debtor]

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.]

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[The topic of food is completely forgotten in lieu of staring down that STUPID GOLEM.]

I swear - that thing has always hated me for some reason! [Pointing at it accusingly!]

[debtor]

[NO, LET'S TALK ABOUT PIE.]

What!? Tim doesn't...!

[Tim somehow appears to be squinting back at Gil, in a challenging manner.]

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[omg Tim don't challenge him, he'll throw you out the window like a baseball.]

Then why is it looking at me like that?!

[debtor]

...Something's in his eye?

[HA HA HA don't throw his golem out a window, please.]

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In his eye...?

[So much lineface at you right now, Allen.]

[debtor]

...He wasn't biting your shirt because he hates you! He just enjoys chewing on things- it's a habit!

[Tim blankfaces back. Blankfaces intensely.]

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A habit towards things that he doesn't like...?

[He's not falling for that blankface. He knows that lurking behind it is an annoying baseball-sized jerk wanting to bite his face off or something.]

[debtor]

[Please, sir. Tim hasn't been the size of a mere baseball in ages. He's more of a... cantaloupe, these days.]

No! I promise he doesn't feel that way, you shouldn't worry...!

[Allen pats Tim's squishy head, in a friendly and reassuring manner. Look at this adorable thing, what sort of problem could you possibly have with him...?

Tim just keeps staring. He doesn't know why Gil dislikes him, but he has clearly decided to dislike Gil right back. On principle!]

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[It's cool, Gil doesn't even know what a baseball is anyways. Just that there's a sports team that uses them for...something. Here. Somewhere. He's pretty sure.]

The last time he was here he ruined a cake. He knocked it right onto the ground! And then he ate it!

[And as you can see, Gil still hasn't gotten over it.]

[debtor]

[Oh...

A WHOLE CAKE??]

What!? I'm sorry—! Why would he do that? That doesn't sound like...

[Allen looks to Tim, as if he might have the answers, but Tim's broken into a grin now and... Allen just... covers Tim's face with a hand...]

He doesn't remember it.