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"He's more beat up by himself than anyone else. He's like, like a leaf in the wind." said Malachai, tail swaying. "He worries and is sad and needs affection but gets mad when people yell at him. We try to be delicate, though!"

Adam petted the fox gently. "Gosh, you're soft..."

"Yaaay! That's just what I was hoping for!" she cheered. "And I have my memory books!"

"Yes." he nodded. "And writes on his sheets and has breathing problems."

Adam beamed, scratching under the fox's chin. "And so proud and pretty too!"

She smiled, "The writing is from those magnificent ears of his- it's a compulsion." Sighing softly, "May I ask a favor of you?"

She covered her nose with tiny paws. She didn't like being scratched there. Her tail ruffled here and there, ears flicking back. She huffed, yawned, suddenly tired.

"I'm cold t'day. I feel like I went on a run all day and f'rgot t' eat," she told him. Lipping the cup, taking a sip and enjoying the feeling of the warmth, "I 'ad bad dre'ms the w'ole day yest'rday- I ne'er sleep w'ole days away." The notes continued, she shook her head, "Ma'be I'm just getting too comfor'able."

"Perhaps," Sosol nodded. "I, however, insist that you replenish your strength before we find you some outlet for your exuberant energy." He glanced to the silver wrappers popping out of the pockets. "Preferably, something a bit more substantive than poptarts?"

Kristen giggled, finishing off her waffle. "It is best not to get him started," she said, rinsing the plate. "Here at the Inn, making a meal usually turns into a feast...however, if you are so cold and tired, that may not be an ill idea."

"Aww, you do care, you softie," Azana teased, ruffling his bedhead.

"Of course I--" He paused as he glanced up, meeting her eyes and finding an oddly caring expression. He let it slide, responding with a lightly sarcastic smile. "I gotta do what I do best, of course. Since no one else can."

As if he was begging for such a line, James burst in with what kind of looked like a cooler and an absolutely exhilarated look on his face. "Thanksgiving came early!!! Where's that-- Malachai! Have I got a treat for you!"

"No, I got one!" said Malachai, holding up his rabbit. "See?"

Gren facepalmed, peering at the cooler. "Are those what I think they are?"

Adam cooed, scratching a bit more eagerly. "There? There, huh?"

Malachai perked up. "Soulfruit? Like, really real? Let me taste one, please." he said urgingly, eager, rabbit forgotten by the demon, but noticed by Fee.

"Well, that's kinda what I was hoping to check," James admitted, pulling out a pair of potholders and opening the hotbox. He flinched at the wave of hot air that billowed out of it, but soon produced their home-grown soulfruit. "I mean, it looks okay to me, and the data seems to fit...but there has to be a taste-test, right? No point in a good soulfruit that tastes bad."

The fox was weaving around them, and James was a bit confused. "What...you want one of these? I dunno if you'd like it..."

"It's basically an excuse for families to get together, socialize, and eat copious amounts of food," Sosol explained with a shrug. "There's the sentimental part where we give thanks for what we have, but a lot of that's drowned out by sports games, parades, and Christmas shopping."

"The Inn is a great family. Perhaps a grand feast will bring them together again," Kristen smiled. She missed a lot of people, including Zulma. She hadn't seen her since she had left with Tyler.

"A secret, huh...?" Azana asked slyly, watching him work. "I'd almost wager you enjoyed your long trip with Zulma...never pegged you for a camper."

"It's a little outside my comfort zone, yes," Tyler answered. "However, Zulma's an expert in the field. She easily made up for my inexperience."

"I'm sure she did," she pressed, eyes narrowed.

"I don't like that tone," Tyler shot back, glaring at her. "If you have something to ask, ask it. Otherwise, let me work."

Honey nodded, understanding. They were talking about a holiday dinner, something families should share. Kristen was a little generous with her summary, but she was allowed to be. This was Kristen's family right? "It soun's like a lo' a fun," but her tone fell short from the usual excitement. She only sounded tired, that shiver caught in her voice. The though of being apart of that was overwhelming, exciting, lonely; it made her want to pack up and leave, made her dizzy. Or maybe she hadn't eaten enough. Honey sat on the floor and sipped her cider. Notes taking on renewed vigor as she ripped open another package and tore into the sugary food.

Tam? She looked up at Gren, head tilted slightly, ears down a moment. She felt guilty- why? Why would a nice smelling human make her feel bad? Long ears flicked forward at the offering of- IT WAS FOOD! For her? Okay! Plucking the offered half from Malachai's hand, she made quick work of the fruit. Her tail ruffled here and there, licking her lips and whined for more.

Kyou stirred, slowly sitting up. Seized by a fit of coughing it was decided today would have a very slow start. Lighting several sticks of incense, Kyou began the long process of getting ready.