He half-shrugs. Intent doesn't mean much to him, even in the negative, but he's grudgingly decided to give Odd a chance, not that he has any interest in sharing that decision with his warden. "He has some experience with ghosts, even if little experience with much else."
Annie's mouth quirks in a smile that is tiny but somehow very proud. "I guess I'll give him a chance if you can."
She already likes Odd. She was already giving him a chance, with her own potential friendship. When it comes to her friends' well-being, to Horseriver's, she's far more careful and it's the only thing that can get her to bite down and tear someone open if they disappoint her.
"Do you do Thanksgiving? It's probably not a thing you did in your world. It's probably an American thing, actually."
Horseriver lets the 'give him a chance' comment go by unremarked on. It's true, even if he would stubbornly point out all the ways it's provisional.
"It is not a holy day I have heard tell of. An autumn festival of some sort?" The time of year, the name, he's good at putting information together to form a picture of some sort - when he tries.
"Kind of? Like two hundred years ago, the pilgrims--who were religious guys running from the Pope--landed in America and made friends with the Indians, who were the guys living in America already growing corn and stuff. The pilgrims were pretty dumb and they almost starved to death so the Indians gave them some food and we celebrate that. Being saved. Anyway, the reason for the holiday doesn't matter. The thing you should know is, giant turkey and a buffet table of pies. And surfing."
She waggles her eyebrows at him. "Eh? Wanna eat pie with me on Thanksgiving? It's not for a couple of weeks."
He understands most of the words she's using and the story itself makes a sort of sense, he considers a moment but he's not actually interested in understanding the religion or people of a different world so he puts that aside. It still sounds like a traditional enough autumn festival to him, the food changing with the weather as they give thanks, even if it's to people, not gods. He's not big on giving thanks. Still.
"If there are pies to be eaten, I have no objection to sharing a table with you."
"What kind do you like?" She asks, a little bewildered that he knows what a pie even is. So far as she can tell, their worlds are not alike. At all. But if there's some random fruit in his world that he likes in his pie, well, she can try to get it for him.
"Uh... I'll surprise you," she decides, trying to imagine pork pie and coming up only with images of England. So not fit for a Thanksgiving Day spread. "Should I invite anyone? Jedao should come."
"He is good company. Invite any who you might like, the tables are long enough." A little wry, but he doesn't really care. He likes Annie enough to at least take a small part in the holiday but he would never claim to offer much in the way of celebratory company.
She knows how ambivalent he is toward...well. Everything. But his answer still makes her smile, not her usual grin but something that's mostly in her eyes, and she rests her chin on his knee.
"If I invite someone you don't like, you can tell me. I'll disinvite them. But I'm probably inviting Bill, and we both like him. He scares the fuck out of me, though."
"He's a demon, it would be foolish not to be afraid. He is better company than some." Demons are demons, Horseriver is more ready to like them than he is most people.
"If he tries something on me again, would you help me?" She doesn't expect a 'yes', or a 'no'. She just likes to know who she can call when she's cornered.
"He got his full powers back once. He turned on me. On everyone." Her expression is distant, a little stormy. "I try to just pal around with him like I did before that, but he's- well, like you said. A demon."
“If he acts again, I will offer what protection I can.” There’s a weight to his words rooted in his world and the meaning of duty and promises that mean much to him even with people he doesn’t know whether they can understand that or not. “It is useful to remember that whatever surface is there, he is a demon, chaos and destruction are what they are, one cannot truly expect them to be other than that.”
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She already likes Odd. She was already giving him a chance, with her own potential friendship. When it comes to her friends' well-being, to Horseriver's, she's far more careful and it's the only thing that can get her to bite down and tear someone open if they disappoint her.
"Do you do Thanksgiving? It's probably not a thing you did in your world. It's probably an American thing, actually."
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"It is not a holy day I have heard tell of. An autumn festival of some sort?" The time of year, the name, he's good at putting information together to form a picture of some sort - when he tries.
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She waggles her eyebrows at him. "Eh? Wanna eat pie with me on Thanksgiving? It's not for a couple of weeks."
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"If there are pies to be eaten, I have no objection to sharing a table with you."
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"If I invite someone you don't like, you can tell me. I'll disinvite them. But I'm probably inviting Bill, and we both like him. He scares the fuck out of me, though."
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"He's a demon, it would be foolish not to be afraid. He is better company than some." Demons are demons, Horseriver is more ready to like them than he is most people.
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