Before I get any flames, let me state this: I know that Thanksgiving is basically a completely American holiday. I know that Japan doesn't celebrate it. I don't care. In this fic, they do. That's why it's called fiction. Okay?

…sometimes it was best not to ask. Then again, sometimes people didn't listen.

"…what is this supposed to be?"

"Isn't it obvious? Stuffing!"

"…oh. I think I see it….no, not happening. Where did this recipe come from again?"

"My head! Why haven't any of you tried it yet?"

As Mrs. Kamiya returned to the kitchen to bring out the next dish, Mr. Kamiya, Tai, and Kari looked at each other with long faces. Mr. Kamiya spoke first.

"Okay, it's your turn, Tai. I've been doing this for years now. You're turn to step up and be a man."

Tai groaned. "I was wondering when you were going to say that. No! I'm just a kid! I want to live a long life without any disabilities induced from strange alien food."

"…Tai, don't make Kari do this."

"That's not fair! She barely eats anyway; she might as well get it over with…"

"Tai. Stop. I am not eating anything. I'm suddenly not hungry," said Kari, looking at her plate with obvious disgust.

They all jumped when Mrs. Kamiya entered the room again, this time with an orange looking turkey in her arms. "So," she said, smiling and putting the plate with the turkey down next to Tai, "what do you think?" Seeing the plate and clean spoon each still held, she frowned. "Come on, it's not going to bite you…"

"You think? I'm not so sure," said Tai. With Mrs. Kamiya fussing over the tablecloth by Kari, a motioning contest came from Mr. Kamiya and Tai. Mr. Kamiya glared at Tai, pointed at the food, and pointed at Tai. Tai pointed at the food and made a cutting motion over his neck. Mr. Kamiya then put his hands together and made a begging motion. Tai just shook his head, and pointed at Kari, who was giggling throughout all of this. Along with Mrs. Kamiya.

"Really, it's not that bad. Just try it," she smiled, her arms crossed.

Tai couldn't see a way out of this. Making a mental note to be mad at Kari if this killed him, he took a spoonful of stuffing from its plate. Taking his fork, he grabbed a piece, brought it up to his mouth, and gulped it down.

Mr. Kamiya had his hand on the phone, ready to call an ambulance.

Tai looked around. He was still alive. And it wasn't that bad. Not really…once you got past the corn and olives that was in it for some reason. He smiled hesitantly and said, "It's okay this time."

Mr. Kamiya and Kari smiled in relief.

Finally, they all sat down for Thanksgiving meal.

Later that evening, in their room, Agumon was scarfing down his meal that Tai and Kari had been able to sneak away. Gatomon was looking at hers with her eyebrow raised.

"…what's that supposed to be?"

"Turkey, silly," said Kari, lying on her stomach on the bottom bunk. "See?"

"…it's orange. And it smells like pineapple."

"Yeah, well…Mom said that since pineapple helped strengthen the taste of ham, the same idea should work with turkey."

"…what's that?"

"You mean the green mushy stuff, or the pile of yellow thingies?"

"…both."

"The green mushy stuff is some sort of dish of green beans. Not sure how it turned into a mushy goop, though…the yellow thingies are rolls a la eggplant."

"…I'm not going to ask. Is this orange blob supposed to be pumpkin pie?"

"Nah," said Tai, who was still rubbing his stomach. "That's cranberry sauce. With bread crumbs and mayonnaise mixed in. Not sure where she got the recipe, but it isn't too bad."

"…Agumon, you want my share of the food?"

Agumon looked up from where he was scarfing down the food, and just burped.

Tai looked up sheepishly. "Hey, the foie gras was okay."

Kari smirked and looked up. "Tai, do you even know what foie gras is?"

"…um…pork?"

"Tai, you are so hopeless."

For those who don't know. Foie gras is French for 'liver.' Yummy, huh? Actually, I like ribs, but I hate the smell of liver. I was going to say 'calamari,' you know, squid, but then I realized that, as this is Japan, they really do eat squid. So…I really can't talk about food preferences, since my favorite is meat loaf (though I really enjoyed the filet mignon I once had…). Yeah. No offense if you like liver or anything exotic, but at my Thanksgiving meals, the most exotic thing we have is my aunt's mashed potatoes. I'm not kidding. They are sort of really watery, yet taste really good...

Happy Thanksgiving! I'm not looking forward to it. I don't like Thanksgiving. My family is boring. All they do is talk about politics. I just like the car ride.

Oh, and I don't like turkey. I mean, I eat it, and I won't fuss, but chicken is so much better!

For a fun fact, I'm not sure where I heard this, but did you know that turkey has a chemical in it (enzyme, something like that…) that makes you sleepy? That's why we all want to nap after we eat it…along with the carbohydrates and relaxed atmosphere. So now you know why you are so tired after that big meal…if someone forgets the rolls again this time, I'm going to be super mad.

Happy Thanksgiving! Remember; say that you are thankful for hands!