Snowflakes falling from the sky, the delicious scent of amazing cooking, the sounds of a christmas playlist already on even if december was three days away, it was an average Thanksgiving morning for you, but definitely not for Miles Edgeworth himself. Usually the poor man was drowning himself in work, taking advantage of the time with the highest incidents to up the amount of victories he can gain, but that was years ago.

“It’s early in the morning, dearest. What on earth are you doing up this early?” He asks you, his pink silken pajamas slightly ruffled from his wonderful sleep with you. He saw how seriously you took Thanksgiving and chuckled to himself seeing you in the kitchen. “Our first Thanksgiving with your family visiting and this is how we start? How interesting.” He exclaimed softly before he walked over to see closely what you were doing, unbeknowst at how much work Thanksgiving was going to be with your family.