Thanksgiving was yet another holiday that had never really been celebrated back at the pride where Aurum was from, since it was mainly a human thing, and his fellow lions had never really seen the point. Sure, you got to eat a big delicious meal, but... the pride was constantly eating big delicious meals, and the only difference between their usual hunted dinners and a Thanksgiving dinner was that a Turkey was actually smaller, and it required the extra work of cooking. As such, Aurum hadn't really actually expected Tanglewood to celebrate Thanksgiving at all. That wasn't to say that they didn't need it, or they shouldn't celebrate it. After all, the whole group had been in a sort of stagnant mourning lately, and perhaps Thanksgiving was just the thing to put them all in a better mood. Sure, there was Christmas, but the actual day wasn't for several more weeks, and Aurum went sure he could wait that long for the oppressive dark cloud that had been hanging over them lately to go away. Still, when Feza called everyone to her for yet another round of her antics, Aurum had honestly been expecting some sort of poorly prepared actual meal, like the ill conceived cupcakes she had made weeks ago. Seeing pipe cleaners and cotton balls and everything like that? It almost afflicted Aurum with a sense of whiplash, and he stared at Feza's example for a long moment, wondering what exactly she expected them to do with these little fabricated critters. He decided not to ask, since he didn't want to upset Feza or make her retreat back within her lair filled with party goods and an unknowable amount of other things.

Honestly, Aurum still wasn't sure why the hell Feza had decided that this was her purpose in life, throwing parties and festive events and everything like that. It wasn't as if it was part of the guardsman job description, and plus she had been doing it even since before she had been a guardsman, so... why? She claimed that she just wanted to make people happy, since there was so much negativity in the world, and the angel supposed he could sympathize with that. After all, for so long, he had been forced to endure all the suffering in the world, and it had made him an angry and depressed angel for such a long time before he had arrived at Tanglewood... he didn't see why Feza saw such an important responsibility as all hers, however. It seemed like all too often, no one came around to participate in Feza's carefully constructed activities, and all she really ended up doing was making herself as upset as the rest of them. Aurum had to admit that he had been part of the reason Feza had suffered so much for her stunts at first, but lately he had been trying to do better and not yell at her so much. Even without any of his raised voice, it still seemed as though Feza's mental health was suffering thanks to her own stubbornness in clinging to her title as party queen. Part of him wanted to stage some sort of intervention to show Feza what she was doing to herself, but he also doubted that would go as planned, so he decided against it. Feza would just think he was returning to his old cruel ways.

Taking a deep breath to get out of his own head, the guardsman offered the three other tanglers present a smile, stretching out his wings to try and relax his muscles. He then experimentally reached forward to grab a few of the rather messy supplies, looking them over curiously as he tried to figure out how to make a little bird creature with his awkward and clumsy paws. Part way through his thought process, Piers spoke up, and the lion let out a soft snort of amusement, rumbling, "I've only had Turkey once or twice before, but when I have it has been pretty good, so perhaps it was the little model... although honestly that fluffy little guy doesn't look very tasty. He'd probably taste like glue." He pointed to Feza's model for a moment before he finally decided to just attempt making his own little Turkey, a cursed leaving him as glue stained his fur. Pulling his paws back a little, Aurum glanced at Feza and questioned with a tilt of his head, frowning in disappointment, "Hey, uh... how did you do this with your paws, Feza? It seems really hard..." If there was one thing that Feza certainly did excel at over Aurum, it was arts and crafts, and he looked desperately to her for help in this department.

Crowley was next to arrive at the little event that Feza had put together, and Aurum didn't even flinch as the demon half tripped and half sat down beside him, the angel's wing just raising slightly to rest against Crowley's back as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To Aurum, it pretty much was, and he barely hesitated before his ears perked up to listen to Feza. A small chuckle left the older of the two guardsmen when she pointed out that none of the materials involved in the creation of the little turkeys would be very tasty, a fact that Aurum was very much sure of. He then said, his fluffy tail flicking from side to side behind him as he glanced down at his strange mishmash of materials that looked absolutely nothing like a turkey, "Trust me, I wasn't thinking of eating it or anything. I'm sure you're right that it wouldn't taste very good." There was some very snide part of Aurum that wanted to comment on how he was sure that Feza had probably tasted glue and glitter before firsthand – a fact that, even while true, would've been dickish to point out – but he held that side of him back. After all, he and Feza had been getting along much better lately, and Aurum didn't want to upset the delicate balance of things by making it seem like he still bitterly disliked the snow leopard. He honestly didn't, since she had become sort of a staple of his life over time. Sure, maybe they weren't as close as say, he and Crowley or he and Moth, but he still considered Feza family on some level.

Aurum was completely ready to follow whatever instructions Feza then decided to give, but she was preempted by both the words of his demon companion and the new kid, Piers. Blinking over at Crowley, the large lion snorted and said as he kept his glue covered paws away from Crowley's fur, not wanting to dirty the other with his attempts at crafts, "Trust me, it's much harder than it looks. If you don't believe me, you can feel free to try." His tone was teasing, rather than annoyed, and he didn't actually mind that Crowley wasn't exactly participating. The injured male was getting some rest in the company of others, and that was never something that Aurum was going to be annoyed about, even if he felt a bit silly with his paws coated in glue and fluff balls. He then glanced over at Piers, considering the boy's words for a moment before nodding and rumbling softly, "Well... I'm sure that is true, but I can hardly practice if I don't have the proper method of doing it in the first place. If I just wung it and did it the wrong way, then I would be practicing bad habits. That's why I was asking." It wasn't as if he had ever really attempted an arts and crafts project before, always believing there was something more important that was worthy of his attention, including just a simple book, so he doubted that he would be able to figure it out on his own without any sort of instruction. He figured Feza was the perfect teacher in this case, considering he wasn't even sure if she did anything all day except for arts and crafts. Supposedly she hunted occasionally, but he doubted that she could be that successful, considering the incredibly bright pelt she was forced to work around.

It was after all of this that Feza finally seemed to pipe up, her eyes lighting up with delight, seemingly at the prospect of actually helping someone with doing one of her projects. It was actually pretty sweet and childlike, as Feza seemed to be most of the time. She nodded firmly at Piers's words, and Aurum tilted his head to one side when the female mentioned the cardboard boxes, an odd exasperated sound leaving him in the moment. He had heard Feza mention her supposed cardboard box gods several times before, but he still didn't really understand how she could actually believe that cardboard boxes had godlike powers. Although, he supposed that if he tried to explain how the entirety of the hierarchy of heaven worked, it would probably sound pretty damn strange and outlandish to any sort of outsider, so perhaps he shouldn't have been throwing stones from a house made of glass. Taking a deep breath, Aurum listened intently to the advice that Feza gave him, slowly nodding his head and mumbling softly as he focused on his little mishmash with his one eye, "Alright, I guess that makes sense..." He then carefully leaned his muzzle forward, carefully gripping one of the glue sticks in his maw and beginning to stick things together. It was exceedingly hard for him to do so, since his jaws were incredibly powerful and meant for things like snapping through bone and tearing through muscle, not gently gripping a glue stick, but he managed alright.