009 - Thanksgiving!
This is certainly interesting.
Apparently it's an American holiday, and what else can I do but enjoy an excuse to celebrate with friends? Gene seems happy, at any rate, and he went with the Major General to hunt down dinner. Erm, in quite the literal sense, I might add. I'm sure they enjoyed themselves, even though they came back with (and here, I was cringing, I admit) a decidedly dead turkey who left its mark on them.
Heh. Nothing a shot of blue sparks can't take care of, anyway.
I went rummaging about and decided that they can go enjoy the turkey (Artemis, you coming?) and I'll be perfectly content with that pie. I'm rather fond of pie, honestly. It's a bit disappointing, since it all does look very good, but we only ever had sim-poultry or meat below the surface. Ah, well.
I figure today's going to be fun, though. It makes this place feel more like a home and less like a prison, with such an occassion.
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While they were out, I tried my hand at a small bit of pastry, myself. The pie's for you, even though I never knew if you liked pie or not. Or, heh, if you'd even want a pie I tried making myself. There are a lot of things I wish I knew about you, maybe that would have helped me tolerate you more. Or you, me. You were like a father -- I don't... know if I ever told you that. Or if I even showed it very much, but... I do mean it.
I don't know why I'm thinking about this now. Maybe it's because it feels almost like a family here. And it hurts a little, because Foaly isn't here, or Wing Commander, or -- hell, even him -- Mulch. And you, too.
I've been told that this holiday is about being thankful for whatever it is you're thankful for. I think. I don't understand it very much, but in any case...
Thanks, sir. For teaching me, and for putting up with all my rule-breaking. You know I never did it to anger you, just to save the people. Like you taught me. And thank you for... I think I know now, that you forgave me, in those... in those last seconds. Thank you.
Cheers, Commander. I'll set aside a slice for you. I miss you.
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I'm going to go see if the Big and Manly Men want help in the kitchen. Silly humans.
Apparently it's an American holiday, and what else can I do but enjoy an excuse to celebrate with friends? Gene seems happy, at any rate, and he went with the Major General to hunt down dinner. Erm, in quite the literal sense, I might add. I'm sure they enjoyed themselves, even though they came back with (and here, I was cringing, I admit) a decidedly dead turkey who left its mark on them.
Heh. Nothing a shot of blue sparks can't take care of, anyway.
I went rummaging about and decided that they can go enjoy the turkey (Artemis, you coming?) and I'll be perfectly content with that pie. I'm rather fond of pie, honestly. It's a bit disappointing, since it all does look very good, but we only ever had sim-poultry or meat below the surface. Ah, well.
I figure today's going to be fun, though. It makes this place feel more like a home and less like a prison, with such an occassion.
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While they were out, I tried my hand at a small bit of pastry, myself. The pie's for you, even though I never knew if you liked pie or not. Or, heh, if you'd even want a pie I tried making myself. There are a lot of things I wish I knew about you, maybe that would have helped me tolerate you more. Or you, me. You were like a father -- I don't... know if I ever told you that. Or if I even showed it very much, but... I do mean it.
I don't know why I'm thinking about this now. Maybe it's because it feels almost like a family here. And it hurts a little, because Foaly isn't here, or Wing Commander, or -- hell, even him -- Mulch. And you, too.
I've been told that this holiday is about being thankful for whatever it is you're thankful for. I think. I don't understand it very much, but in any case...
Thanks, sir. For teaching me, and for putting up with all my rule-breaking. You know I never did it to anger you, just to save the people. Like you taught me. And thank you for... I think I know now, that you forgave me, in those... in those last seconds. Thank you.
Cheers, Commander. I'll set aside a slice for you. I miss you.
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I'm going to go see if the Big and Manly Men want help in the kitchen. Silly humans.