gloriouscurse | If you are really thankful, what do you do? You share. [Thanksgiving Day in the City]

Never had Regina had an abundance to be thankful for. Henry, of course, she was glad every day for him. Under the curse they'd had this holiday together, though it had always been just them, and after it broke the holidays had fallen to the wayside as event after event happened in Storybrooke. Then there was the year spent back in the forest, and though everyone knew what it was, there hadn't been much to celebrate. Or if anyone had, Regina certainly hadn't taken part in the festivities. She'd had nothing but newfound vengeance. In her life before, there was no such thing as 'Thanksgiving' and the last large meal she'd had, the last grand gathering, had been the king's birthday and she couldn't have cared less if she tried.

This year is different. This year there's family and friends of the family and things to celebrate. There's Henry getting to have a holiday with all three of his parents, there's Robin and Roland and a happiness that has managed to settle into Regina's belly and slowly allow her to relax. She hasn't had a terrible dream in weeks, and maybe she's started to let herself believe that this could be how her life is. She finds herself wanting it, the warmth Cora's home never allowed for, the laughter she's denied herself, and so she works hard at it, cooking and baking. Henry's with her in the kitchen in the morning after spending the day before hunting wild turkey with Robin. There are appetizers out by eleven: parmesan and cream cheese pumpkin puffs, deviled eggs and veggies with homemade dip. The wine and drinks are flowing by noon, and at three, dinner is served with traditional fare: turkey and stuffing, mashed and sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, real cranberry sauce and everything in between. She'd urged her guests to bring food they enjoyed too. Dessert is during mid-cleanup and includes Henry's no-bake pumpkin pie, an apple pie, pecan, and sweet potato.

The dull chatter in the room, the occasional laughter and the noise of whatever people watched on television during Thanksgiving all lended itself to make her step back and watch for a moment, eyes suspiciously damp. She's truly thankful, because she never thought she'd have this.

[ooc: Treat as gathering! Lots of mingling and tagging one another.]

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"Um, what are the weird potato things with marshmallows on the top?" Coraline asked curiously, her nose wrinkled at the very idea of eating it. Poking it she made a face as it made a gloop noise, nothing should make a gloop noise especially if you were about to eat it. "Um, I'm not sure if I want to know. Is this American food?"

Quite a lot of the foods were new to him, too. Regina had explained what they all were, however, and he did know what she was looking at.

"Sweet potatoes, I believe. I heard it was quite good, though I admit it's new to me as well. Most things here are," he replied. He would try it later, himself, when he had a chance to sit down.

"Well, why is it in marshmallows?" Coraline asked before looking at the man curiously. He was British like her. Well, he sounded a lot posher and less well, English-Welsh or Tabula Rasa- sounding. If Tabula Rasa had ever had an accent that is. "You're British."

"It's the recipe, I suppose," he replied, because it seemed as simple as that. He had come across many odd foods here, Robin had long since stopped questioning why things were done the way they were done. If it was good, he ate it. If not, he simply passed it up. "Most foods are new to me in this place, so little surprises me. As for your question - no, I'm not British. Are you?"

"Recipes are gross," Coraline muttered, nose wrinkling as she shook her head and decided to forego the weird marshmallow potato thing for something else instead. "You don't have burgers and stuff where or when you're from?"

Coraline looked at him curiously before making a face. "Yes, I am. You sound British. Well, you sound English. Where are you from?"

The girl seemed a bit of a sour type, and he frowned a bit at that, but made no comment. Robin hoped she was a bit more polite around others, especially Regina. It was unkind to speak ill of food prepared so carefully for people, even if you didn't enjoy all of it.

"We had meat, but no, no burgers as they are known here," he replied. The ones made for people here were...odd tasting, to him. He far preferred what he was used to. "Before I came here, I was in a town called Storybrooke. Many here are from there, actually."

"We had meat too and burgers but they were made from boar or whatever animal we had. Dinosaurs once, that was... different. My world was very strange, I'm Coraline by the way. Coraline Jones." Coraline began, taking lots of everything else that looked less like a recipe. Apparently some things had lingered over her time as a kid and a distrust of food was one of those things. It was harder getting used to her body as she remembered it now her young one had returned to where it had come from. "Oh, you're from where Regina and Emma are from! It must be nice, having people from your home."

Robin had no idea what dinosaurs were, but he would take her word for it it was strange food. It was the sort of thing he would have to ask about later, he supposed.

"Indeed. Many here are from there, actually, and I feel incredibly fortunate they are here," he replied. It was good so many he knew were around. It made the changes a little more easier to bear, especially since all felt far too new to him. "It's a pleasure, Miss Jones. I am known as Robin Hood by most."

"... Robin Hood?" Coraline asked, the surprise on her face obvious as she stared at the man before her. The man who said he wasn't British or English but was Robin Hood. One of the most persistent British legends and stories like King Arthur and- and he was Robin Hood. And he was also most definitely not a fox. "The pleasure is mine. What do you do in Storybrooke?"

And do you rob from the rich and give to the poor? And sing oohdelally with Little John in the woods?

Robin was not surprised at her reaction, which seemed to indicate she recognized his name. It was something, it seemed, he simply had to get used to.

"Indeed, Robin Hood. The last thing that was happening before I was brought to this strange realm was battling a formidable witch," he explained. It was a simple version of what had been going on, but it was also a very, very long story to tell. "My men and I were doing what we could to help stop her, along with others in town."

If you are really thankful, what do you do? You share. [Thanksgiving Day in the City]

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