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3rd Floor Common Room

*DEATH has decorated the common room to look like, if possible, a construction paper and elmer's glue version of the Original First Meal, complete with a paper cornicopia on one of the tables and a number of construction paper and feather turkies sitting about the room, looking like they may gobble at any minute.

There is a variety of food around, all uncooked as of yet, including a smallish turkey which is not only trussed with orange string but appears to be wearing a paper pilgrim hat.

DEATH himself is wearing his orange and yellow robes from yesterday, having completed the ensemble with a construction paper and feather turkey hat, perched delicately on top of his skull. He is twirling his scythe, periodically checking his decorations for propriety, and is giving off an aura of anticipatory dread, as though he were waiting for someone in particular.*

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Lisa comes into the Common Room, a smile on her face, which expands into a wide grin when she sees DEATH's outfit.

"Hi! Happy Thanksgiving!" she says warmly, before spotting the food and laughing. "The turkey has a hat?"

*DEATH gestures to a small collection of hats in the corner. There appear to be turkies, cornicopias, and pilgrim hats.*

"That sounds... perfectly logical. And I knew you'd like pizza." Lisa giggles and walks over to the hats. "Of course, I'd love a hat. Although I don't know which one to pick..."

She sorts through them for a moment, and the pulls out the largest cornicopia out of the bunch. She tugs it on and turns back around. "I think I like this one. Does it go with my outfit though?"

Lisa looks a little sad from that statement, nodding. "Yeah, it is."

She adjusts her hat, and walks over to the turkey. "I think we're going to need to take the hat off the turkey before we cook it. I don't want it to catch on fire."

She grabs her purse and pulls out meticulously detailed index cards, each with specific steps on how to cook the turkey. Pulling out the first one, she looks up.

"Pre-heat the oven. Okay, this is going pretty well so far," she laughs, turning the oven on.

"Wait... how much does the turkey weigh? That's important, I have a note on that."

*DEATH hefts the turkey in one skeletal hand, examining it closely.*

Lisa snorts. "My chart is in pounds, but I could convert it to metric pretty easily... If you know the formula to convert Ancient Chinese to kilograms though, that could work."

*DEATH transfers the turkey from hand to hand, despite already knowing the exact weight. The motions of such things were, after all, just as important as the things themselves*

"You'd be great at parties," Lisa laughs. "That is more than sufficient, thank you."

She takes the bird and places it on the counter.

"Okay, it says to remove the giblet bag and the neck from the turkey cavity...

That's, gross."

She rolls up her sleeve and puts on a brave face, shoving her hand into the turkey's opening past her wrist. "Oh, that better be the... ew."

*DEATH, wanting to be helpful, begins organizing the other ingredients in the kitchen area into what he hopes is a helpful way. The vegetables, for example, are now color coordinated.*

"Lord, I hope not," she shudders. She puts the bag aside and washes the turkey according to the instructions, then placing it in a pan.

Looking over at the visually appealing, but not particularly practical, rainbow of side dishes she smiles.

"Why don't I get to work on some of those? You can stick this turkey in the oven. Just..." She looks at her index cards. "Insert meat thermometer in thigh. Add 1/2 cup water to the bottom of pan, if desired. Cover turkey loosely with a tent of heavy-duty aluminum foil. And then... stick it in, I guess. We wait for a while after that."

*DEATH follows her instructions exactly. Perhaps too exactly, since the tent of tinfoil, while covering the turkey, looks like something that might be purchased from REI. He then proceeds to stick the turkey through the oven door, placing it in the oven.*

Lisa watches the preparation of the turkey with wide eyes.

Turning up the temp of the oven a bit just in case, she shoots DEATH a look, "I would imagine so," she kids, figuring that no matter what happens to the vegetables, most of them could be salvaged in some fashion.

She starts cubing potatoes and makes room for DEATH to stand next to her, being extra careful with the blade, so that any resulting shudders from DEATH standing so close don't result in the loss of the tips of her fingers, or other accidental slips of the knife.

*DEATH twirls his scythe thoughfully, before he begins cubing the yams with it. Its a chilling sensation, should the blade wander too close to any living thing. However, since he is not using it professionally at the moment, he figures it ought to get some use.*

*DEATH listens expectantly, hoping that the mystical secrets of the potatoes overuse in Western cooking will be revealed.*

"I think it's mostly a climate thing," Lisa says absent-mindedly as she wipes her hands on a towel, and then chops more vegetables, waving a knife around as she speaks.

"Cultures tend to build traditions and even religions based on their environment. The Pilgrims in New England probably had better luck keeping root vegetables alive in the climate, and could prepare and eat them without too much difficulty. Since Thanksgiving is based on that tradition... Same for like, the Irish, for example. They eat a lot of potatoes because they grow well in Ireland. They're sturdy. Most of them time anyway, although I'm sure you know all about that."

She begins preparing a casserole dish. "Plus, I have this whole theory that if you can fry it, it has a certain superiority. Potatoes, chicken, cheese... all these things are very popular, and you can also fry them. I don't think it is a coincidence."

*DEATH nods appreciatively at the surplus of knowledge, ignoring the knife as it slides through him once or twice during the lecture.*

*DEATH begins grating the cheese, quickly slicing it into small, fine strips with his scythe.*

Shrugging, she replies, "I read a lot. And no, no frying today. I think you can fry a turkey, but the only time I ever hear about it is when people burn down their houses on Thanksgiving or like, accidentally fry a baby."

She looks at the food, and quickly tries to come up with something. "You have to be very careful with cheese. It melts very quickly, and burns or gets bubbly easily, which is not considered very edible by most people. I would cook the vegetables first, and then put the cheese on at the very end."

She sighs, thinking the disaster may be averted, before realizing they may end up with pearled onions and pureed turnips smothered in cheese. Or something even more strange. Her eyes fall to the bag of innards in horror.

*DEATH nods, setting his pile of cheese aside to await some cooked vegetables. He then selects a variety and begins slicing them. It seems to has aquired some tomatoes, onions, peppers, okra and what appears to be some varient of Middle Eastern olive. After slicing them, he puts them in a pan and watches very intently for some sign that they have been cooked.*

Lisa laughs out loud. "Motor oil? No, it is not appropriate for frying. People generally cook in fats from animals or plants. We don't really eat anything that's... inorganic."

She cocks her head. "Did you turn the flame on?"

*The vegetables are now beginning to simmer and pop. DEATH has not yet stirred, seasoned or added any kind of oil or lubrication to the pan.*

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