[She shuffles over to the drawers and rummages around for that one pastry brush she recalls her father using year after year. Turning around, she holds it up--]
See this brush?
[--and walks over to the oven which the opens... oh hello, that's really warm. She waves the brush a bit in a gesturing motion.] You use the brush to... thingy the uh, juices. On the turkey. [She shakes her head and closes the oven.] But the turkey looks fine though, can I go upstairs? Bus ride was hell. [/cue pleading look]
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[She shuffles over to the drawers and rummages around for that one pastry brush she recalls her father using year after year. Turning around, she holds it up--]
See this brush?
[--and walks over to the oven which the opens... oh hello, that's really warm. She waves the brush a bit in a gesturing motion.] You use the brush to... thingy the uh, juices. On the turkey. [She shakes her head and closes the oven.] But the turkey looks fine though, can I go upstairs? Bus ride was hell. [/cue pleading look]