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Who: Everyone!
What: Thanksgiving + New Feather party.
When: Evening of the 20th.
Where: School cafeteria, nicely done up.
Summary: There's food. And there's also board games, are you game for some Snakes and Ladders?
Rating: Let's put this all over the board. Strange stuff can happen, man.
[Thanksgiving may not be a familiar holiday to most in Luceti, but everyone understands potluck, at least! Hopefully. Preferably.

It's all done buffet-style as usual. Thanksgiving stuff greets you first when you grab a plate and get in line at the buffet lines (food and drink provided by everyone, Thanksgiving stuff courtesy of the Welcome Centre and Ginia). Though of course, don't think that you have to stand in a line while eating! There's tables and chairs for sitting and talking and— eating, obviously. Reach out and grab a drink! If you get one that's been prepared by the Welcome Centre, it's non-alcoholic. Can't really say the same for anything else brought by others, so you may want to be careful. Y'know, just in case.

'course, there's also board games if you're interested in 'em. Just check out that corner over there!]

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Ginji looked up, letting the two legs of the chair that were hovering a few centimeters off the ground drop back onto the floor where they belonged.

"Dangerous?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Not everyone could cook, that was a fact, but easting didn't seem too risky compared to, oh say, climbing down cliffs or dodging anti-aircraft fire at high speed.

"I haven't seen them rush anyone out of the cafeteria yet, so I think I'll take my chances. Besides, everything's been delicious so far."

"Oh, it's not all bad." He shook his head, deciding to correct himself. He'd already tasted some of the food, too, and he wouldn't want to give the wrong impression for no reason. Some of it was actually really good. "I'd just avoid the cheesecake if I were you."

Because Caesar had known Rise for far too long. He didn't trust her cooking, and he refused to take any chances with it.

The cheesecake? Ginji tried to recall if he'd seen any among the other desserts. He wasn't sure, but there didn't seem to be any on his plate.

Ginji lowered his voice, his expression turning a bit more serious. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

"The girl who made it has an unnatural inclination toward spicy foods," Caesar explained simply. At least he'd been kind enough not to mention specifically who had made it. She'd probably huff at him if she learned he had. "Her food can be so spicy that it may actually be harmful to your health. I wish I could say I was exaggerating!"

"Hmm." Maybe her culture preferred spicy foods? There wasn't really anything wrong with that that Ginji could see - even Grandfather had gotten pretty daring with condiments sometimes - but from the way this guy described such cooking...it actually sounded hazardous.

"Wow. I wasn't aware food could get that spicy..." Ginji replied. "Maybe it'd be a good idea if someone added markers to all of the hot dishes. So people would know."

"Neither was I! Needless to say, it wasn't a very pleasant experience." Oh, he remembered it well. Some 'thank you' cookies those turned out to be. "Markers would be helpful. No one would expect the sweets to be the deadly ones."

"Not what you were expecting, huh?" Ginji sounded sympathetic. Not only would you have to finish the food in a situation like that, but you'd have to find some way of either letting the girl know or manage to keep up the act. Which would be worse? Possibly hurting someone's feelings or lying about her cooking ability? Ginji hoped he wouldn't be stuck choosing.

"Rise's the one who invited everyone, isn't she? Maybe I could ask her about the markers. It's a little late to add them now, but it couldn't hurt to suggest them for next time."

"Not in the least!" Of course, for Caesar, the choice hadn't been that difficult to make. Perhaps it was partly because he also had a housemate that was absolutely dreadful when it came to cooking, but honesty was always the best policy.

At Ginji's suggestion, Caesar nodded in agreement. "Not such a bad idea. Better safe than sorry, after all. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

Assuming she didn't jump to conclusions or something.

"I think so, too," Ginji gave a nod in return. Rise sure seemed like an understanding young lady, and it was for the benefit of everyone. What could possibly go wrong? "In that case, I'll be sure to let her know.

Finally setting his fork aside, Ginji continued, "By the way, my name is Ginji. I guess you could say I'm new here. Who are you?"

"Caesar Silverberg." He nodded at the man's introduction and offered his hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you. Is it safe to say you've settled in all right?"

Ginji takes the offered hand and gives it a firm - but not unfriendly - shake.

"Good to meet you too. And yes, I think we're adjusting well enough. All things considered, we've been really fortunate since we arrived here. I've heard it can be difficult."

"It is for some people. But you seem like a pretty well-adjusted guy." Not the type to panic in a situation like this, at the very least. "You have acquaintances here?"

"Oh, does it seem that way? I guess when you've been traveling around for a little while, you start getting used to the differences from city to city. So when you arrive in a new place, you're already prepared to start fresh...and adapt to the change in setting all over again."

Ginji thinks maybe it's best not to get too specific - after all he has no idea how the others are faring in the long run, and if some of them might be trying to keep a low profile. Like his employer, for example.

"Sure, I have a few. What about you, Caesar?"