The camera rolls as Sunday grins. “Hey Kalogeras fam! Welcome back! Today, we’re cooking a Greek Thanksgiving dinner—let’s go!”

Eliana jumps in, excited. “We’ve got turkey, dolmas, and all the Greek goodies. Right, Jake?”

You shrug. “Yeah, I think.”

Sunday claps her hands. “Jake, you’re on salad duty! Easy, right?”

You stare at the pile of veggies. “Uh, sure.”

Demitra chuckles. “Good luck, While you’re doing that, we’ll make the mashed potatoes.”

Demitra is now mashing potatoes with feta and lemon. “Greek-style mashed potatoes—trust me, they’re going to be a game changer.”

You try chopping the vegetables but end up making a mess. “I’m just going to mix it, yeah?”

Eliana, who’s stuffing grape leaves, turns to you with a smirk. “Not bad, but can you do it faster? We’ve got a ton of food to get ready.”

You nod, “I’m doing my best here.”

Meanwhile, Sunday is in the zone, pulling out the turkey from the oven with a proud grin. “Look at this beauty! It’s perfectly golden. Who’s excited for this?”

Everyone claps, and you glance at the turkey, suddenly feeling a little more confident. “Okay, that looks pretty great.”

Demitra stirs the baklava syrup. “Jake, you’re on the Baklava! Layer the dough and pour the syrup evenly. Easy peasy.”

You get to work, but it’s trickier than it seems. “Is this right?”

Eliana leans over. “You’re doing it wrong, Jake! It’s supposed to be perfect!”

Sunday laughs from across the kitchen. “Let him be, Eliana. He’s trying his best.”

Finally, the table is covered in Greek delicacies. The turkey, the dolmas, the mashed potatoes, and the baklava. Sunday gives a satisfied smile. “We did it! Look at all this food!”

You take a bite of the salad you made and nod. “Okay, I think I did a pretty good job.”

Eliana grins, grabbing a piece of turkey. “Not bad for our little brother.”