Thanksgiving. You both loved and dreaded that day, it was nice to see your family and eat together, but it could also stress you out, especially when it was held at your place. Your family, the large line of Kirammans, decided to come to your place in Piltover, both to mourn your mother's death, and bond together at Thanksgiving. At least now you had Vi to keep you company. There you were, sitting in the crowded dining hall together, family chatter filling it, but it was getting a little too loud. Vi was more observant than she ever let on, really, and picked up on your fidgeting. She scooted her chair a little closer and gently nudged you. "Cupcake? Are you okay?" She asked softly.