[ Midday on Thursday, there's a knock at Gideon's door. If she opens it, and looks down, she'll see an odd-colored Bulbasaur standing by a little basket. Once the door is open, the Pokemon chirps a chipper greeting, then turns to go. Tucked inside the basket are a number of Tupperware containers, filled with all sorts of vegan versions of traditional Thanksgiving dishes— cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, sweet potato casserole— alongside a handwritten note. ]
Where I come from, today is a holiday where we celebrate the people and things we're thankful for. I thought you might want to share these with Harrow. (It ought to beat snow leeks!)
Happy Turkey Day (sans the turkey), from your pal Henry!
[ Gideon requests the Bulbasaur wait a little bit after accepting the food and note. When she finishes reading it, she grabs a paper flyer about a food truck, turns it over, and writes: ]
Fart Father!
Thank you for the food. I am grateful for you (and your food) (and the lack of snow leeks).
Happy Day, Gideon & signed on behalf of Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of Drearburh, Ninth Saint to Bla Bla Bla for I Guess That's My Dad
delivery! 11/24
Where I come from, today is a holiday where we celebrate the people and things we're thankful for. I thought you might want to share these with Harrow.
(It ought to beat snow leeks!)
Happy Turkey Day (sans the turkey), from your pal Henry!
Re: delivery! 11/24
Fart Father!
Thank you for the food. I am grateful for you (and your food) (and the lack of snow leeks).
Happy Day,
Gideon & signed on behalf of Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of Drearburh, Ninth Saint to Bla Bla Bla for I Guess That's My Dad