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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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No way! I'm not eating anything that costs money.

Dough costs money too!

[Well, it costs Funtom money. Same difference.]

[Eyeroll.]

You were just going to wash it down the drain, don't give me that crap. You don't understand anyway, your body isn't trying to implode.

It can't be that bad.

[Plenty of girls existed as girls without any trouble at all. He's pretty sure, at least. Miss Sharon and Miss Ada never whined about imploding.]

Don't make me tell you about it. You definitely can't handle it.

I could handle it!

[But on the other hand:]

But I don't need to hear about it either!

You definitely can't. [Not even gonna humor you dude.] So just learn some respect. It's way harder than it looks.

[Wow, unexpected. ~~You feel your relationship is going to become closer soon?~~]

Ah...oh. Sorry.

[Sigh.]

Never mind. It's no use complaining anyway, I tried that already and it didn't help.

But if it makes you feel better...

[Sometimes a dude just has to complain. Especially a dude who has become a chick.]

Not really. But chocolate helps.

[And there go the puppy eyes.]

How does chocolate help? Are you sure you're not just hungry?

Would you still tell me no if I was? Anyway, it's true. Only chocolate tastes good today. I bet it's the happy chemicals you always hear about being in there, you know?

Happy chemicals?

[That's crazy talk, Yosuke.]

Yeah, you know. What are they called? Um...endo-endorphins? Aah, maybe that's wrong. Anyway, it's something like that.

[And as always, Gil has no idea what he's talking about but it all sounds really important.]

...Fine. Eat what you want. [He turns to start back towards the door.]

But be ready to leave soon, I'll have more orders for you to deliver.

[Whiiine]

It's cold, and my body is wrong. Can't I just wash the dishes? That's what girls do anyway.

Then who's going to deliver everything?!

[Yosuke if you suggest that Gilbert do it, he's going to throw that bowl at your head.]

What about that kid with the funny ears? Neko-kun. Isn't he here somewhere?

Ritsuka?

[Well, now he's depressed. HIS ONLY CAT FRIEND.]

No, he's been gone a while now...

...Oh.

[Whoops.]

Sorry. I didn't notice.

Sometimes it's hard to keep track.

[People come and go so often, or they stay so long that they blend into the background like they'd always been there. Either way, it's understandable.]

[Awkward silence. This conversation just got horrible.]

I need to borrow an apron if I have to do the deliveries. The thick kind.

[And don't you dare ask.]

[Oh, he dares. Because as usual, he doesn't understand.]

The thick kind? Why?

[Sob.]

There's not an apron shortage, right? Why does it matter?

[Don't make him use the word perky in a sentence in front of you.]

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