Nah, you hafta puree the guts and add a bunch of other spices. I mean, I've been tryin' to get better at bakin' for like, six months, so I should probably give it a shot, but I'm not like, a huge fan of pumpkin pie in the first place. Besides, even back home, I'm pretty sure most people just bought the canned stuff. Sam'll have one at Thanksgivin'.
[ She starts sawing into the pumpkin along the lines she's drawn, simple triangles for eyes and the nose. His choices of holidays make her snort, involuntarily. ]
There's a lot more fun to the outside for most of our holidays. Halloween, in a weird kinda way, is the purest "big" holiday, even though it's all about stuff that's considered like, sinful? Sure, there were some real hardliners who were against it, but most folks just made it like, a day to have as much fun as you can. Adults goin' around in costumes, every kinda party you can imagine. Half the day is built on the idea that you can just go door to door and demand candy from whoever's inside. And most of 'em give it to you!
[ Julie doesn't usually reminisce too fondly of her world, but it's clear on her face that this is one of the few things about it that she really loved. There's a soft crease at the corners of her eyes, and she smiles. ]
You woulda loved Cinco de Mayo. Mexican Independence Day. It wasn't really our holiday, but we had a lotta immigrants from Mexico, and they brought their celebrations with 'em. It's a big party day where tons of people like to eat Mexican food -- which is really good, it's a shame we don't have anyone here from Mexico -- and get drunk on margaritas all day. [ Which she has absolutely given him many of. ] And New Year's Eve.
[ Shaking her head, she switches knives. ] The party will have a different theme than last year, but your costume can be anythin' you can dream of. [ Nanaue gets a laugh, though. ] I can imagine you runnin' up to him, and he has his little handlebar mustache. Bob. Like a cartoon.
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[ She starts sawing into the pumpkin along the lines she's drawn, simple triangles for eyes and the nose. His choices of holidays make her snort, involuntarily. ]
There's a lot more fun to the outside for most of our holidays. Halloween, in a weird kinda way, is the purest "big" holiday, even though it's all about stuff that's considered like, sinful? Sure, there were some real hardliners who were against it, but most folks just made it like, a day to have as much fun as you can. Adults goin' around in costumes, every kinda party you can imagine. Half the day is built on the idea that you can just go door to door and demand candy from whoever's inside. And most of 'em give it to you!
[ Julie doesn't usually reminisce too fondly of her world, but it's clear on her face that this is one of the few things about it that she really loved. There's a soft crease at the corners of her eyes, and she smiles. ]
You woulda loved Cinco de Mayo. Mexican Independence Day. It wasn't really our holiday, but we had a lotta immigrants from Mexico, and they brought their celebrations with 'em. It's a big party day where tons of people like to eat Mexican food -- which is really good, it's a shame we don't have anyone here from Mexico -- and get drunk on margaritas all day. [ Which she has absolutely given him many of. ] And New Year's Eve.
[ Shaking her head, she switches knives. ] The party will have a different theme than last year, but your costume can be anythin' you can dream of. [ Nanaue gets a laugh, though. ] I can imagine you runnin' up to him, and he has his little handlebar mustache. Bob. Like a cartoon.