What the fuck is this? The words were written plainly enough on his face, it wasn’t that Ezra was unaware of the holiday, it was more that the Colony had never celebrated them. So the exaggerated names of foods in the seasonal spirit has his eyebrows knitting into a harsh expression as the waitress lists the highlighted meals. “I just came here for coffee,” he finally replies before turning to see someone else looking his way. “Are you going to join me or are you going to stare?”