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on this sacred cohen holiday, savannah was sat in the kitchen cooking with ryan and her family. kirsten was perusing through recipes, much to seth's evident displeasure, as her culinary skills were infamously lacking.
"mom-mom no-no recipes, put them away!" seth shouted, attempting to grab the book from her.
kirsten, undeterred by her son's outburst, firmly stated, "this is ryan's first thanksgiving in the house and we're gonna make this meal as a family."
savannah couldn't help but sarcastically chuckle, "ah-ha okay, seriously where's rosa?"
"no rosa, just us. i for one, am ready for this challenge." kirsten replied, still resolute.
"dad, the take out menus!" seth pleaded. sandy obliged causing his wife to take offense, "sandy!"
the man sighed, "you sure you wanna do this, honey?" kirsten, still determined, nodded along.
"mom, no. no! we're not ruining thanksgiving!" seth implored, desperately begging. "who said we are?" kirsten's eyes widened.
"i wait for this event every year, mom. please, thanksgiving is my favorite— it's my favorite holiday, everyone knows this." seth poured his heart out.
"my family was never really into the holidays." ryan quietly added.
kirsten tried to lift the mood, saying, "all the more reason to make this special." she then looked around, uncertainly inquiring, "are there pans? are there any pans anywhere?"
savannah, with a hint of exasperation, dropped her head into her hands and commented, "this is so painful."
"do you know what i dream about when i dream about thanksgiving, which is-which is often." seth, in his dramatic manner, began to elaborate, "i dream about eating SO much deliciousness that all the blood rushes to my stomach and i pass out at the table." he concluded with a passionate smack of his hand on the table, pleading, "please don't deny me that!"
ryan gave him a weird look, dryly remarking, "that's just weird."
"well, i guess we should start with the turkey...uh...um.. do i...uh." kirsten questioned, grabbing the turkey legs and lifting it.
"aww that's just how she held you as a baby." sandy playfully commented towards his son. "sandy!" kirsten shouted trying to take this seriously, "um i guess we should just um start...basting?"
