Invited to his first Thanksgiving dinner, Lt. Data joins his friends aboard the Enterprise, but his reason for expressing his appreciation is, to the bewilderment of his colleagues, a little hard to swallow.
"Captain!" Data called, catching up with Picard on the way to the conference room. "I was wondering if the outfit I'm wearing is what's required for the social gathering you invited me to?"
"Nothing is required, Mr. Data," Jean-luc said, "just your presence. Do not worry, it is a small informal dinner with the purpose of not straying from our traditional customs.
"May I inquire," the android asked, "to whom in particular shall we extend our thanks, sir?"
"That depends on your convictions and your devotion towards..." Picard stopped when he noticed in Data's look that he wouldn't understand one bit what he was talking about "Just... Just try to be yourself!"
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Everything on the table looked exquisite! The turkey, the desserts, the sides, everything! Even the items on the Klingon menu looked appetizing.
"It looks delicious! Congrats to the replicator!" Riker teased.
Data was pleased to see his peers surrounding the table to share something other than strategic or catastrophic matters: the captain, Riker, Geordi, Lt. Worf, Tasha Yar, Dr. Crusher with her son Wesley, and Counselor Troy.
After a little speech by Picard in which he evoked, in a similarity to the Enterprise, a ship that several centuries ago undertook a journey into the new and unknown, everyone feasted.
