Sally finished touching up the last cobweb with her special moonbeam polish above the hearth, and she turned her head to down stare at him from the ladder. "...They kill one for the occasion?"

Jack was the nearby armchair, starching Zero behind his mist-like ear. The transparent pup hummed in contentment. "Yes." The King replied sensibly.

"Just to eat it?" she continued, as she started to make the climb down.

"After it's slaughtered, they apparently pluck it clean and then cook it in a hot gravy or sauce."

The doll shook her head now, totally bemused by today's gossip. "How fascinating."

"Would you like to go see for yourself, Sally-mine? I could arrange a meeting with their Holiday King. The Day of Thanks should be happening this week."

"I don't know, Jack." She sighed. "I do enjoy learning new things...but still, it's a rather strange custom to come together and bond with them over something as silly as a bird's corpse—and it's not even undead."

Jack smirk with endearment. "Agreed."