[OPEN] Thanksgiving in Reverein (2022)

[lonelysmiles]

Who: Anyone!
Which: Log, OPEN
Where: The Wild Harvest
What: Open mingle log for anyone wanting to attend the Thanksgiving dinner Alastor advertised on the journals the day before
When: Forward-dated to November 23rd between noon and 6PM
Warnings: None


Starting at noon and ending at six PM, The Wild Harvest had a few tables pushed together and covered by white tablecloths. Atop the tables were stacks of plates along with large serving trays full of food that had been promised in the invitation Alastor had put out the day before.

Also as promised, there were two extra tables added to the end, a stack of small slips of paper and a few pens. There was a little sign as well:

Please write your dish's name along with your own on one of the provided slips of paper. This way we can get any empty serving dishes back to their original owners.

Aside from the tables occupied by food, there were plenty of seats for people to sit down to eat at whether they wanted to mingle or to dine alone. A far nicer setup than the plaza the previous year.

Comments

[lestray]

[A confused blink.]

...Wot? Ain't that gross? Who in their right minds'd keep usin' a tea bag like that? 'Specially when they could buy all the tea they want!

[sos_pilot]

I know, right? But apparently he does it to save money.

[ Hm. It occurs to Della that if Scrooge isn't here, she can mock him all she want. Hurray for actions without consequences! ]

He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but maybe he was born without taste buds.

[lestray]

...Yeah, an' save 'is own spit at the same time...

[She gives a grossed out look.]

Sounds like a strange cove alright. ...I guess if 'e weren't born wiv the money, I could see why 'e would wanna save it. Growin' up the way I did, I know I wouldn't wanna lost an easy livin' if I found it. [Like life here in Reverein, where she doesn't even really have to worry about money and can enjoy free foods like this.] ...But still, that 'ole tea bag thing is too far!

[sos_pilot]

[ She chuckles. Sure, mocking Scrooge is easy, but sharing his lore is just as fun, and she does love the old coot. Plus, it'll pass time for their stomachs to digest so they can eat more! ]

Oh, he definitely wasn't born with any loot. Scrooge McDuck, firstborn of Fergus and Downy McDuck, had to scrape by without much to him but his name. But he was determined to make a better life for himself and his family. His first job was cleaning and scraping the dirt and mud off passing workers... and his first customer gave him an American dime. But that's pretty much worthless when you're living in Scotland!

But it instilled in him a lifelong lesson to never be tricked like that again. From then on, he'd be tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties, and sharper than the sharpies - and he'd make it square!

[lestray]

[Gina almost looks wary as she goes on about him. Just because she remembers her own experience with a rich Scotsman. But Della seems to be describing him in a positive light, and she seems to have good taste at least when it comes to food, so she tries to approach this in an open mind, while seeming guarded.]

....Square, eh? So 'e's an 'onest one, is 'e? On the up an' up?

[sos_pilot]

You bet! Sure, he might be a little rough around the edges, but his family keeps in line in case he even thinks of straying.

[ Time to drop the bomb! She grins, sticking a thumb to her chest. ]

And I know that... 'cause he's my uncle!

[lestray]

Oi! You're related? [Her eyes widen in surprise!]

Does that mean you grew up wiv loads o' dough? [She is glad that he sounds like a very rare good rich person at least. She'll tentatively believe that.]

[sos_pilot]

[ That gets her to laugh a bit, waving her hand. ]

Nah, nah... He doesn't believe in hand-outs. And it's not like whenever we wanted something, we got it - we had to work for everything! We weren't going to be spoiled brats under his roof. So whenever he went on adventures to find lost treasures, we tagged along! ... Whether he liked it or not.

[lestray]

So 'e didn't give 'is money, but it ain't like 'e left ya out on the street or nuffin'. An'ya were able to join 'im on adventures an' all...

[It's not looking like the worst family situation at least. It sounds like the kind of thing Iris wante. Gina doesn't want to think about whether or not she'd like it herself.]

I guess 'e don't sound too bad.

[sos_pilot]

Aw, if he ever wound up here, I bet you two would get along like peas in a pod. He probably would see a lot of himself in you, thick accents and all!

[ Have a hearty slap on the back! ]

[lestray]

I ain't got no accent! Yer the only one talkin' wiv a weird accent 'ere!!

[She responds defensively, crossing her arms.]

... But who knows. Maybe we would get along well enough.

[sos_pilot]

[ Again, another good-hearted laugh. ]

If he gets along as well and I have, it's a great start! 'Bout time we actually introduced ourselves, huh?

[ Offers a friendly hand-shake! ]

Name's Della Duck!

[lestray]

Gina Lestrade. [She offers her hand for a shake and then uncertainty adds-] 'Uman.

Good to meet ya! This is a nice way to spend the time away while waitin' for me belly to rest.

[sos_pilot]

[ Until told otherwise, she's going to assume Lestrade is the middle name and 'Uman is the last. ]

I know, right? No better way than swapping stories... but I feel like I've been the only one weaving threads. Come on, tell me something interesting about yourself!

[lestray]

[She shrugs.]

I ain't got a grand story to tell or nuffin'. I used to live on the streets. Now I'm a detective, workin' to be the best inspector that Scotland Yard's ever seen an' lookin' to outdo even the great detective 'imself!

[sos_pilot]

Well, hey! That's not too shabby! I enjoy a bit of mystery-solving myself, along with re-writing history... You crack any big cases yet?

[lestray]

[A confused eyebrow raise because what does rewriting history even mean. In any case, she answers.]

Yeah. I 'ad a 'and in solvin' a few big ones. I worked a few murder cases.

[sos_pilot]

[ Impressed whistle! Light fist to the shoulder! ]

That makes you a real professional! Should I start call you Detective Gina from here on out? Or Detective Human?

[ Again, assuming that's the last name. ]

[lestray]

[She grins proudly and adjusts her hat. ...Just with a bit of confusion in her smile at 'Detective Human'.]

Inspector Lestrade would do nicely, thank ya very much. [And then she glances down towards a little black dog sniffing around eagerly for scraps. Gina lazily feeds him some.]

An' that'll be Chief Inspector Toby! [Super legit titles.]

[sos_pilot]

[ Oh, what have we here? A pupper, as the kids say? ]

Well well well! Nice to meet you too, Chief!

[ She reaches down to give it some scritches. ]

I always wanted a pet, but the old man wouldn't allow it... plus the pets I usually wanted were probably a little too dangerous.

[ Della Jr. the manticore, your dreams live on! ]

[lestray]

[Pupper!! Toby pants and excitedly accepts those skritches while sniffing at the strange giant bird lady!]

Oh yeah? That's a shame. A pup like this one makes for some good company. But you wanted sometin' dangerous, eh? Don't tell me ya asked for a bear or summat like that!

[sos_pilot]

Don't be silly, I'd never ask for anything like a bear.

I asked for a dire-bear. Big difference. Makes regular bears look like harmless teddies.

[ Honestly, what kind of answer were you expecting? ]

[lestray]

[She might not have heard of a dire-bear before, but Della's description does paint a vivid picture! Gina gives an uncertain smile.]

...Right. Maybe your pa did know wot 'e was on about.

[Gina might have an adventurous streak, but nothing near entertaining that level of danger!]

[sos_pilot]

[ But she's not offended. Hardly the first time she's been looked at as if she's a lunatic, and won't be the last. ]

He tends to! And now I've got something way better than raising a bunch of wild animals... raising a bunch of wild kids!

[lestray]

[She looks on in surprise.]

Oi! You're a mum?