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fandomhighdorms2008-11-24 09:31 pm
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Third Floor Common Room [evening]
Kaylee honestly didn't understand this whole Thanksgiving thing beyond 'there'll be lots of food.' It was fairly archaic in her time, after all, and it wasn't like she'd been formally educated in history.
She was trying to do some research, as best she could, but rather than do something intelligent like either asking someone who might know something more about the holiday or, you know, cracking a book, she'd found something on television.
She didn't know how something could be semi-homemade, and why that woman was so...terrifying, but for some reason, she couldn't look away. Well, mostly. She could look down at her lap to check that Popples wasn't getting ready to run away or anything, since she'd figured this was as good an opportunity as any to get her new pet out to visit places other than her room.
[I've been meaning to do this post for like three days, dude. open!]
She was trying to do some research, as best she could, but rather than do something intelligent like either asking someone who might know something more about the holiday or, you know, cracking a book, she'd found something on television.
She didn't know how something could be semi-homemade, and why that woman was so...terrifying, but for some reason, she couldn't look away. Well, mostly. She could look down at her lap to check that Popples wasn't getting ready to run away or anything, since she'd figured this was as good an opportunity as any to get her new pet out to visit places other than her room.
[I've been meaning to do this post for like three days, dude. open!]
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