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"Of course." Delilah paused, looking over Kaimi's head at Prosper. "Unless Mr. Prosper needs me for something?" When he made no comment, she turned her smile back to Kaimi and touched the flower lightly in the other girl's hair. "Please introduce me to your friends," she asked. As she followed Kaimi's motion, though, she nodded suddenly. "Oh, I've met Carlisle already."

Kaimi puffed out her chest a little bit, proud that beautiful Delilah was going to come sit with her and the others! "Maddy and I escaped bad guys in a butterfly garden." Kaimi added after the butterfly girl had introduced herself. "And this is Ophelia. She's good at surfing and taught me about the beach!" Kaimi beamed at both the girls. "And you know Carlisle already." Which was a good thing, since Kaimi barely knew the boy. But she gave him a beaming smile anyways.

Joshua ran. "Dinopirates look for tresure!" He told his friend, turning around. "They say 'argh!'" Mommy had told him all about pirates. She always told him stories about them. "Mommy says some pirates are mean. Are we mean?"

Josh didn't know if he could act mean for very long. He'd never tried. "Can we be nice dinopirates?"

Ophelia nodded happily and flashed a quick grin around the table. "Maddy and I already know each other," she said, plunking a peeled carrot down on the table and picking up another. "Kaimi, you have to come over and go surfing with me when it gets warm again!"

Something was going to get broken, it was just that Prosper wasn't sure what yet. With two little boys running around, it was only a matter of time. Sighing, he stepped out in front of Lucien and Joshua to stop them from barreling through the kitchen. A moment later, he directed them to the sink.

"Why don't you two wash up?" he suggested. "And I'll give you something to do."

The dark-haired boy grinned brightly. History was his thing, and he had learned some stuff- well, a lot- about Thanksgiving in class. "Thanksgiving is an American holiday that originated with the Plymouth settlers, colloquially" not like he knew what that word meant "called 'pilgrims' because they fled England to escape religious persecution. It was a feast held to celebrate a successful harvest with their Indian neighbors. There were games and stuff. The reason it's called 'Thanksgiving' was because preceding the feast the Pilgrims held a religious ceremony called the Mass of Thanksgiving, so the name carried over." He paused to take a breath as he cleaned off his section of the paper.

"President Abraham Lincoln made it an official holiday in 1863. In 1941, Congress passed a law requiring Thanksgiving to be held on the fourth Thursday of the month of November. So really it was a sorta party-holiday, like Christmas, not really about eating at all. Just, at the time, family dinners were a way to show you were thankful for your family or something, and families were pretty big, so it came to mean lots and lots of food, and it became tradition and now it's all about food. By the way, what does mon ami mean?"

Finished with his miniature lecture, he turned to find Prosper and said, "I'm done cutting up the green beans. What should I do now?"

Lucien skidded to a halt, careful to avoid colliding with anyone or anything, and tilted his head to the side.

"Okay, we can be nice dinopirates. And we can steal from the rich and give to the poor, like Robin Hood. But I'm still gunna getchoo!" he cried, repeating his limp-wristed clawing motion and moving to chase after Joshua with a growled cross between "argh!" and "rarr!" before acknowledging that Prosper was in fact standing before him. Hesitating suddenly, Lucien glanced up at the older male apologetically and shuffled backwards with a soft kay.

For a moment, Carlisle was a little insulted. History wasn't funny, it was ironic and a little ridiculous sometimes but never funny. Okay, the bathtub thing, that was hysterical, but... Then Casca actually spoke, and he felt better. "Thanks," he said, "Yeah, I guess I am." Was danke French too? Probably not. It didn't sound the same... He could sort of intuit the meaning of the word, though. That made him smile.

"Yessir," said Carlisle, scooping up a handful of green beans and dumping them into the bowl. The only downside to this plan was that there were so many green beans, and his hands weren't that big.

The tomatoes were upended into the bowl; Casca obediently went to scrub potatoes. He held them delicately in his claws, though he'd also flashed a passing smile at Delilah -- it was hard not to smile at Delilah, who moved through like an exotic hothouse plant -- before going back to menial potato-scrubbing.

Looked like Carlisle wasn't totally sold on being his friend. He'd have to definitely sweeten the deal. With what, though, he was racking his brains.

"I didn't help mum make hers," he said, "I can't cook. Ah, well. I have other talents."