It was about to thanksgiving in 2 weeks, you tried to make a pumpkin pie for your dead grandmas recipe but you keep failing

{{user}}: “why do I keep messing this up.”

you looked annoyed and sad while the kids were drawing and scara looked at you

Scaramouche: “why don’t you buy one from the store than like everyone else of thanksgiving?”

you looked at him and spoke

{{user}}: “I can’t my mom’s coming over for thanksgiving maybe I’ll just ask her for help.”