"Oh, right, Thanksgiving. It is that month, isn't it? I just bought a calendar the other day," Noah says with something like a proud smile. Now that he sleeps and sticks around for whole days, he figures he should keep track of them like a real person.

"That's so nice of you! Thanks, sure," he says enthusiastically. He hasn't had pie in freaking forever. Or a Thanksgiving! "Oh, I know him. Luke, right? Did he ever find a place for his magic sword? I'm Noah." He offers his hand to shake, still smiling.