[video]
[The Trickster sits at a small table, elegantly and elaborately decorated for the holidays, covered with all manner of desserts and chocolate and sweet snacks.]
I've gotta hand it to whoever came up with these baskets. This is the good stuff. Truly, the food of the gods.
[A small bowl directly in front of him is filled with small, glowing, jelly-like balls that are clearly not any kind of caviar. He pops a very choice morsel into his mouth to thoroughly enjoy.]
Who knew this place had ambrosia? Kidding. Whipped this up myself. Not sharing, but the rest of this is fair game for visitors.
[He gestures to the rest of the spread before him.]
Happy Annihilation of Native Cultures Day!
I've gotta hand it to whoever came up with these baskets. This is the good stuff. Truly, the food of the gods.
[A small bowl directly in front of him is filled with small, glowing, jelly-like balls that are clearly not any kind of caviar. He pops a very choice morsel into his mouth to thoroughly enjoy.]
Who knew this place had ambrosia? Kidding. Whipped this up myself. Not sharing, but the rest of this is fair game for visitors.
[He gestures to the rest of the spread before him.]
Happy Annihilation of Native Cultures Day!