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[lovethetentacle]

[The Cloud of Darkness sits at the Thanksgiving table, listening as her drone husband blathers on about "grace" and "giving thanks" or some such nonsense. The other drone child listens raptly. But it's not these two that concern her

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[dont_peel_me]

[As annoying as the preaching man is, seeing the Cloud's perturbed expression is like a reward for the Onion Knight. He watches with a smile, pretending to listen to his "father" as he goes on and on. However, there's something else on his mind.

If the Cloud made this food, then there was a good chance that probably contained some kind of poison. Despite it smelling delicious... really delicious, he knew that it probably wasn't safe to eat.

This table was truly a battlefield.]

[lovethetentacle]

[She certainly hadn't made this food, which meant it was not safe. The boy had almost certainly slipped one of his clever little tricks into it in an effort to make her seem foolish.

She would not fall for his schemes.

As the drone father finished his speech, the Cloud stabbed her dinner knife into the turkey, never breaking eye contact with the Knight. She began to carve.

Slowly.]

[dont_peel_me]

[Onion Knight kept his eyes focused on the large knife in the Cloud's hand. What kind of insane person would trust her with a knife like that?! He knew that at any second, the knife might come flying out of her hand at right at his heart. He was ready, waiting for her to make a move when the others weren't looking. Maybe there was a way to delay her!]

"Hey mom, can you cut a leg for me?" he asked, choking back some bile from calling that thing his mother.

[lovethetentacle]

[What was this? He was up to something, she was sure of it. If he had proven anything so far, it was his craftiness and ingenuity.

She would show him.]

We would... be more than happy to.

[The Cloud carved a leg, but instead of simply handing it to him, she promptly threw it at his head.]