fandomhigh | Student Council, Friday [Lunchtime]

Once again, Zoe had taken over a room for the student council, and set out plates of food for everyone to have a good lunch. Now that it was November, there weren't as many pumpkin-flavored treats out and, much to Zoe's annoyance, the replacement treats were mostly green and red. It was barely halfway through November, seriously.

"Thank you all for coming," Zoe said, once everyone was settled in. "Welcome to the calm period of the semester. We've had some very successful events, and you all should be very proud of yourselves. The only thing that's coming up soon is Thanksgiving, in a little less than two weeks. If you're not familiar with the tradition, it's essentially a food holiday. There's all sorts of American history behind it, but now, the day is about eating a lot of food and watching football games." She figured she had the essentials down well. "There won't be classes on that Thursday and Friday, so people can go home to be with their families, but a lot of people stay behind, so we've done some things in the past to make sure the good food still happens. If that's something you might want to do, just say the word. Otherwise, if you have some ideas, let us all know."

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At least red and green food coloring is tasty?

The business of the council. The council's business. The business designed for the council.

Before or after the meeting!

*drinks all the coffee*

Dante had no family to get back to over the holidays ~~that he knew of; Vergil was planning to have a vaguely sentimental family dinner all by himself~~, but he liked food. So he looked a lot more attentive than usual while Zoe was talking, because well-- free food? Possibly?

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Given the closest thing Isabela currently had to an actual home was tied up at the docks (and she wasn't sure how to get to where it was actually supposed to be moored), going back wasn't exactly a thing.

Tali -- who did have a home to go to but was nowhere near finding an appropriate Pilgrimage gift and therefore couldn't and was trying not to be too bothered by this -- was eyeing the green and red treats with extreme dubiousness. (In case you were wondering if anyone could convey epic side-eye entirely through body language, the answer was yes.)

"How many holidays do humans on this planet have around this time of year? I didn't think it was this many."

She did not want to process the notion of people stretching out one holiday for this long.

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"We're definitely going to make food happen, right?" Dante checked.

Well, with that kind of question... "We can certainly make it happen. I've been looking forward to practicing my turkey-cutting skills," Zoe said. "Have you done the Thanksgiving thing before? Is there anything in particular you think we need?"

"November is for Thanksgiving. December is for Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and whatever else people come up with to celebrate the end of the year," Zoe said. "You don't have to celebrate all of them though."

Well, the immediate answer to both of those questions was, "Nope."

And relying on Dante for suggestions was just going to end in pizza.

He shrugged. "I dunno what you people do every year."

"Tradition is pretty much turkey, some kind of potato, and as much pie as you can stuff in your face. We can make those things happen," Zoe said with a smile.

Dante gave a shrug. "Sounds good to me," he said. (They'd gotten scraps in maybe a couple of the places he'd stayed on. His approval was not a high bar to clear.) "Just as long as the potato's cooked."

That was a joke.

Gwen was totally, definitely going home for Thanksgiving and mostly looking forward to it! This did not stop her from drowning at the red and green and saying, "It's November 13!"

Eric looked scandalized by the implication that there was a possibility food wouldn't happen.

"I... may have already drawn up a potential menu."

It's possible he'd had this ready to go before he'd even contemplated running for Student Council.

[ooc: I KNOW THIS PING IS SUPER LATE BUT I HAVE HAD A *DAY* AND THERE IS NO WAY ERIC RICHARD BITTLE IS GONNA LET A FOOD-RELATED HOLIDAY PASS BY WITHOUT CONTRIBUTING.]

"Wait, you can cook?" Dante leaned back in his seat and craned his head in Eric's general direction. "Sweet."

"I love to cook," Eric said with a nod. Seriously, Dante, if you so much as hinted in Eric's general presence that you were feeling the least bit hungry, give him five minutes and he'd put something together. "And I take Thanksgiving very seriously."

Don't go around mentioning stuff like that to Dante. You'd never get rid of him.

"Right, so let's give this kid a bunch of food," Dante said, pointing at Eric. "Set us up somewhere, we're golden."

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