He had been at this for over an hour now… Well, both he and Willow.

Wendy sat with Abigail on a log, the two just watching the madness before them with mild curiosity. At some point she had asked what in the world they were doing, running about gathering massive amount of wood and straw, and having Mister Wilson help them make some of it into the shape of a man, very much like his meat effigies. Webber had replied with "It's Guy Fawkes Night!" which only left her more puzzled.

Wilson walked over to the girl, Abigail looking up curiously as he handed Wendy a crude stone plate of meatballs. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't quite get it either. But they seem to be enjoying themselves."

The only reply he got was Wendy taking the plate with a grunt.

Webber paused his frantic collection of logs and goodies from their chests to look at Wendy, smiling wide. "Guy Fawkes was a bad man who lived a looong time ago! Mum says he tried to blow up the old king of England with gunpowder, but was found out and failed! Every November fifth we celebrate his failure with fireworks and bon fires!"

Wilson and Wendy now understood why Willow was so gung-ho about this.

"It was the best holiday back at home! Think of your Fourth of July" Willow said as she tossed some straw on a massive pile of logs, grinning wide as she whipped out her trusty lighter. In mere moments the bon fire was roaring, Wilson wincing at the heat it threw off.

"Miss Willow?" Webber hummed, the woman having to tear her eyes from the fire. "Can you put the effigy in the fire?"

Smiling wide she grabbed the hastily made effigy and stuck it in the fire, giggling with glee as the flames began to lick at the logs. "Perfect!"

Wendy still sat, puzzled. "So this is a holiday in which a man attempted to assassinate the king through explosives, failed, and hundreds of years later, you celebrate his humiliation with fires, and burning wooden depictions of him?"

"Pretty much!" The spider child grinned, plopping down on the other side of Wendy.

Willow grinned wide and grabbed Wilson's hand, the other snatching his meatballs away and setting them down. "Ah! Miss Willow-!" he yelped. She dragged the scientist towards the bonfire, gripping his hands with a wide smile as she began to sing.

"The fifth of November, since I can remember, was Guy Fawk, poke him in the eye!"

Webber grinned, spider legs perking at the familiar tune. He began to clap and sing along as the fire starter started to dance with Wilson, making the man blush, but laugh.

"Shove him up the chimney-pot, and there let him die! A stick and a stake, for King George's sake, if you don't give me one, I'll take two!"

Wendy had to admit, she liked the lyrics. She took another bite of her food, watching Willow dance with Wilson, who kept practically stumbling over his own feet before pausing as a hand was held out to her.

Webber smiled wide, smiling shyly. "Will you dance with us Wendy?"

She paused, staring at his fuzzy hand. After a moment of consideration she smiled a little and set her plate down. "Sure."

His grin nearly overtook his face as he stood up, pulling her with him. They ran over next to the adults, laughing as they began to dance.

"The better for me, and the worse for you, ricket-a-racket your hedges shall go!"