There probably more socially accepted ways to celebrate Thanksgiving. Hell Zoe knew there was. It just didn't feel right celebrating a holiday that was about over-eating and the celebration of the decimation of a people in a place that was a million light years from North America.
Okay, strike that. It was still pretty awesome.
Not one to be beaten to death by tradition, she had given into the offerings of the clothes box. Well not
all of the offerings. Dressed in black with a bonnet and buckled shoes and white collar, she went to do what seemed best. Crash a few Thanksgiving celebrations and then retreat to the privacy of her room to drink.
How festive.
What she wasn't expecting was to run into Tonto on her way to one of the gatherings.
"Oh my holy god."