[ And like a shadow, like a quiet sentry he stands by his lord's side. The one piece, admittedly, perhaps one of his better pieces but he can't help but mentally criticize himself: this should have been pinned back just so, the ruffles aren't right, perhaps a better cut around the collar? But then one was clearly one's worst critic. It cut a rather impressive figure on the boy however. Who was he to complain?
But his eyes travel from the outfit to the food. He can't help but be just the tiniest bit suspicious. Go figure. It isn't his food. Nothing else can be good enough, as far as he's concerned. ]
How generous of them. A traditional Thanksgiving dinner.