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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

It might be Cinco de Mayo to some people, but to Dolf it was a more important day. Not that he would have gotten very gung-ho about it if he'd still been back home-- not that this was technically all that gung-ho, because all he'd done was put out some snacks and tuck a few plastic red-white-and-blue Dutch flags behind the furniture-- but it was still important.

It was Liberation Day back home right now. And-- well, with everything that happened to Triela, he wasn't in the most festive mood. But he should be, today of all days, especially after he'd kept two minutes' silence during the Day of the Remembrance of the Dead yesterday. He still possessed a keen sense of historical perspective.

So: flags, snacks, and the one live stream of one of the Liberation Festivals that he could find. He'd find some joy in himself for the sake of freedom today, even if it killed him.

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Ariel had herself a great big hat, and a great big hat could do an awful lot for your mood. As if Ariel's ever needed that much improvement in the first place, but coming upstairs and noticing the distinct signs of some sort of celebration (celebratory banners? Check. Celebratory food? Check. Random celebratory hats falling from the sky? Double check), she had to poke her head in and then gravitate toward the snacks.

"Oooh, what's the occasion?"

"It's Liberation Day where I come from," Dolf supplied, beaming at her with slightly less enthusiasm than he would've done normally, but at least he was trying. "We always have a big party with live music."

He waved at the live stream currently playing.

"Liberation Day?" How could Ariel not love a celebration like that? Her grin brightened as she regarded the television for a moment before asking, "What were you liberated from?"

The girl currently singing live on TV went into an upbeat song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqUjhn5PZ18).

It was sort of helping Dolf's ennui. A little. "From the Germans," he said. "They invaded us and took over the country, but on the 5th of May, about sixty-five years ago, the Canadians drove them away."

Like Ariel needed an upbeat song right now, but she was loving it.

"The Canadians?" she asked, with a pleased laugh of excitement. "That's great! You can always depend on the Canadians."

Some of her best friends were Canadian! And she took that class, so, clearly, that made Ariel an expert.

"Do you guys celebrate with the Canadians, then, too? I think maybe there could be more bacon or maple syrup with these snacks if that's the case."

Or maybe just because Ariel liked bacon and maple syrup. Who didn't?

"We honour the soldiers who helped us every time," Dolf said, nodding a little. He snagged a nacho and ate it. Sure, it wasn't some kind of traditional snack, but really, there were no traditional snacks. "Yesterday was the Remembrance of the Dead, which is very solemn. Today is just about being happy and free. I think bacon and maple syrup would help."

"Maybe there's some in the fridge!" Ariel said, spinning around after being quiet for just a moment for the solemn Remembrance of the Dead. She was practically to the fridge in mere bouncing seconds, throwing it open to take a look. "If there is, it shouldn't take too long to cook some up!"

"That would be really nice!" Dolf called after her, honestly. "I'm not very good at cooking, though I can pluck a chicken really well."

That was an attempt at a joke.

"Pluck a chicken?" asked Ariel, from behind the refrigerator door as she sorted through things in the hunt for bacon, and she giggled, not so much because it was a funny joke, but just because it sounded funny. "Is that difficult to do? And I can't guarantee I'm a very good chef, myself, but I can make a decent attempt."

"It's easier when the bird is dead," Dolf said.

Don't ask, Ariel.

"So...you've tried it when the bird was alive, too?" Ariel asked, peeking over the door with a smirk. After all, he had to have a basis for comparison, right?

But Dolf might be saved having to explain as she lifted up a package. "And we've got bacon!"

"I prefer bacon," Dolf said, quickly. He'd rather not think about his first few weeks in 1212 or all the bungling he did. "Though it is definitely harder to catch pigs."

"It's nice that there are people in the world who do that for us," Ariel agreed, now going to find some pans. "And you say it like someone who knows..."

"I spent some time in the Middle Ages," Dolf volunteered. "Not a lot of people volunteering to slaughter things for you there."

"Why not?" Ariel wondered. "I mean, if I was pretty good at slaughtering things, I'd be all, 'hey, I'll pluck this chicken for you if you let me have some of it.' And then everyone who hated doing it themselves would think that was a pretty good deal, don't you think? Of course, then I guess you could wind up plucking everyone's chickens, and then you wouldn't have any time to enjoy all the chicken you've plucked for yourself."

"I think those people are called farmers these days," Dolf said. After taking a moment to follow Ariel's logic without looking too confused. "They mostly just enjoy the money they get for plucking chickens."

"Well, didn't they have farmers there?" Ariel wondered, as she turned on the stove and plopped a pan down on it.

"Yes, but most of us couldn't afford them," Dolf replied. He snagged another nacho and glanced at the girl on the screen.

"I guess that would make sense," Ariel allowed, hand over the pan to see if it was hot yet. "But then, see, you would learn it because you didn't have the money, and then you could start earning money by doing it yourself. You could then use that money to afford a farmer to do it, but then you wouldn't need a farmer to do it and could buy something cute instead. Or maybe food you didn't have to pluck."

Dolf blinked, but then the corners of his mouth turned up genuinely, for the first time in days. "You are making sense there," he agreed. "So I would use the money from my chicken plucking to... buy a bunny?"

"Only," Ariel said with a laugh, "if Cheetos aren't available, which, if you're plucking your own chicken, I'm guessing they're not."

The pan seemed hot enough, so she carefully laid down a strip of bacon, which instantly set to sizzling wonderfully, which only made her giggle a little more. Clearly, it was the simple things in life...

"I like the Cheetos," Dolf argued, "I have them here and I don't need to pluck any chickens for anyone, so I think I'm okay, don't you?"

Grand, now he was saying things he didn't quite get.

"I think so," Ariel agreed with a nod. "Anything's better if you've got Cheetos."

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