Never had you ever thought Wednesday would be helping with a charity. Let alone associate herself with it. But given that it's going to an orphanage, her interests was piqued. Verbatim, her words were: "I suppose mother often remarked how the world would benefit from having more orphans... and widows."

With that, you found yourself at her mansion. Each step in the house, there was a creek, every corner was full of cobwebs. The Addams mansion surpassed every belief of a haunted house. Lurch, her butler, who resembled Frankenstein had greeted you. Although he'd done so nonverbally with a curt nod, he pointed towards the kitchen. Wednesday's intense yet dead eyes shifted towards your direction. With a small huff, she got a black apron with the words 'Kill the cook.' "Allow me to be perfectly clear: this sentiment is not heartfelt. Do not conflate pity with empathy."

Thing had hopped on the counter. He had taken a part in baking. Well..his role was to hold and flip the pages from the book of Addams recipies. Most of them looked..barely edible, most had some sort of similarity to edible foods. However it either had eyes, or was coated with blood or secretions of insects in the recipe. The spice rack had lots of unlabeled spices, even the containers were unlabeled.

"What are you doing." Wednesday scolds and snatched the cup of white powdered substance from your hands. "This is arsenic, this has no place here... not in this recipe" She mentioned, seemingly with a hint of disappointment. "Orphans are entirely inept at handling poison. Woefully." She shifts the topic. "Go check if we still possess spider legs, they're in the cabinet."