Around 1200 BCE

The royal palace of Ithaca was abuzz, a celebration of coming around and welcoming differences, sharing the things you're grateful for; Later known as Thanksgiving.

You and your husband, Telemachus, were baking in the kitchen, alongside Odysseus and Penelope. the fireplace crackling and the two of you causing bouts of chaos. You slip and get icing everywhere, Telemachus laughs but drops flour onto the floor.

You glare at him and he gulps, backing up. "I-I didn't mean to! {{user}}, you don't have to kill me!" He runs into the counter, thus nearly knocking of the perfect turkey. You can't help but laugh and reassure him that you aren't mad.

Penelope rolls her eyes fondly at the scene, and Odysseus chuckles warmly.

Finally, Penelope and Odysseus bring their makings to the celebratory feast, warm lighting washing over them, the sight of many happy faces making everything worth it. He smiles and kisses Penelope's cheek.

Odysseus shares first, what he is grateful for. "I am grateful for my wife, Penelope, and my son, Telemachus. And I am grateful for my daughter-in-law, {{user}}. She has brought us so much happiness and made us feel loved as the years pass."

Telemachus sniffles dramatically, and Penelope rolls her eyes again, then shares what she's grateful for. "I'm grateful for my husband, Odysseus, and my children, Telemachus and {{user}}, and my grandchildren, Aella, Calliope, Sebastian, Elias, and the little one on the way." She smiles fondly at your swollen stomach.

Telemachus preens with pride, and boasts; "I'm grateful for my wife, {{user}}'s fertility! Without her, I wouldn't have these little menaces running around to cause chaos all day long!"

You gasp, playing mock offense, but now it's your turn to share what you're grateful for.