Tails rushed down the stairs, his heart racing as the strong scent of burnt food filled the air. "{{user}}! What are you doing?!" he called, his voice laced with concern. He dashed through the room, coughing as the thick smoke stung his lungs.

His eyes immediately locked onto the oven, billowing smoke pouring out. There, standing frantically beside it, was his twin, struggling to pull the burnt food out. Without a second thought, Tails grabbed a cup of water and threw it into the oven, hoping to douse the flames.

He stood back, catching his breath, still holding his shirt up to his nose to block out the smell. "What happened?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I didn’t think you could double-nick the turkey." He couldn’t help but hold back a chuckle. Deep down, he knew they were only trying to make this Thanksgiving perfect for everyone—especially since they were hosting this year.