Throw some food on it

Partie 1 sans titre

"Here we are, Rose. Plymouth. November of the year 1620. Where Thanksgiving has really started."

The Doctor gestured his pink and yellow girl to open the TARDIS' doors and see by herself where and how the so famous celebration had started. Rose had maintained that Thanksgiving was a Christian celebration which officially started in 1789 and that it was only a family tradition to gather everyone around a table and eat turkey until you were stuffed. Certainly! Her knowledge of History wasn't as good as his, that was obvious, but her challenging him on a fixed point? He couldn't let her be wrong, and he was gonna show her how right he was on Thanksgiving.

"You can't help yourself, can you? You always have to be right."

"On History, yes."

"So, if I open that door, what will I see, professor?"

The blonde sat down on the pilot seat and folded her arms on her chest. She waited for the Doctor to give her a full History lesson before she stepped out. She never had been a good student, but the Doctor could make any tale interesting. She wanted to have that lesson and see if he was right. Oh, he most likely was, but the funnier was always when they got out of the TARDIS only to realise she hadn't taken them to the right place. And Rose was really looking forward to that.

The Doctor sighed and leant against the console. The TARDIS seemed in an amused mood today. Thanksgiving was definitely a family and she was the Doctor's only family. With Rose. Since the young woman had first stepped in the TARDIS, the ship had known that she would be a part of the family the Doctor desperately needed after what he had been through, and she wasn't wrong. Now, she wasn't the only one to keep an eye on her beloved thief. Knowing how reckless he could be, it was for the better.

The Doctor wasn't mad at Rose. He knew she had dropped her studies rather quickly because of some rough ordeals in her life. He knew all of her story so far, but never made any comment on it. She knew almost nothing about him and he barely answered the questions she was asking him. It wouldn't be fair of him to reveal that he knew all of her. So, he just adopted the 'professor attitude'.

"What you know of Thanksgiving is the fact that it's a national American celebration happening every fourth Thursday of November, that it's a huge banquet with your whole family which indeed has really started in 1789."

"Ha!"

"But!" He raised a finger. "Thanksgiving has a deeper meaning. Several meanings actually. Some say that it's a Christian celebration to thank God." He kept the adjective fake for himself – religion was not his thing, but humans were so much into religion sometimes. "You celebrate and you pray for all the good that's happened to you during the last year. That Thanksgiving is celebrated in some other countries."

"It had to be religious, heh?"

"The religion rules the human world." But not only, there were plenty of alien worlds spoiled with religion. "Then, you have the Native American meaning. To them, it's just a celebration of the past wars of their people."

"That's a weird tradition."

"And you have the whole American story. Just where I've taken you."

"Tell me everything."

"You know how the humans have that insatiable need to travel and to always extend their territory." The Doctor didn't blame. Himself loved traveling and meeting new people and learning new cultures, but he blamed the humans need for war, for domination, for possession. "Well, the seventeenth century was all about that. You might know about the Mayflower."