The large kitchen of Castle Summers is a throng of activity.   World famous rockstars Erica Hess,mariko Kobayashi, Nina sangria, and Karoliena summers are dressed in aprons and bouncing around from stoves to tables in hopes of getting Thanksgiving dinner made. Gretchen and Vara are sitting on a countertop. Cassie,Erich,and Ada are upstairs entertaining the children.

Nina: *screaming in frustration and throwing a boiled egg back into the pot.*  The fucking shells won't come off! Why are we even making deviled eggs?! Nobody eats the bloody things and they smell like farts!

Karoliena: *as cool as ever*  for appearances,dear Nina. Plus maybe the kids want one.

Erica: if Taki eats one of these things, I'm fucking disowning her.

Vara: * already about 6 mimosas in * Ew. Can you imagine getting a smelly hug and kiss from a deviled egg child?

Mariko: bits of yolk stuck to their lips...then stuck on your cheek after the kiss?  *Pretends to gag*

Karoliena: * quickly and efficiently de-shelling the eggs for Nina and handing her a knife*  you,slice them and scoop the yolks out,please. And you.. I don't think I've ever seen you make ramen without an egg in it. So stop with the anti hard boiled egg stance.

Erica:....that's different

Karoliena: not enough to matter. You ask any off the street what the egg In ramen is? They're going to answer a hardboiled egg.

Erica: yeah,but they're wrong. It's Totally different. The egg isn't dry and smelly.

Karoliena: so the laws of physics cease to exist and yolk from a ramen egg won't stick to a child's face but deviled egg yolk will??

Erica: yes! Because the deviled egg yolk is more dry and will stick. Ramen egg yolk will just go into the broth of the ramen.

Karoliena: *thinking for a moment* oh shit. I think you're right.

Erica: *jumps up and does a dx chop* you all heard it,I am right! Suck it,motherfuckers.

Karoliena: nobody likes a sore winner,Erica.

Nina: the Erica Hess story.

Erica: the epic tale of one brave woman's struggle against bitches who never believe her.

Nina: please. you talk so much shit,love,I wouldn't believe you as far as i could throw your little ass. .... wait...that makes no sense,you know what I mean.

Erica: what?! No.

Gretchen: it's kinda true,Erica.

Karoliena. Yup.

Mariko: ever since we were children.

Vara: I barely know you and can see you're a bullshit artist.

Erica:  I guess if anyone needs a toothpick after dinner,they CAN USE ONE OF THE MANY MANY KNIVES IN MY BACK!!!

Karoliena: and you're very dramatic.

Nina: oh god yes.

Mariko ever since we were children.

Gretchen: it's part of your charm.

Erica: wow...I didn't think I would be roasted along with the turkey.

Nina: we'd send you back to the store,love. Not enough breast or thigh meat.

Karoliena: oh we'll keep her. We just have to make sure she's well stuffed.

Nina: is that a lazy joke or did I just walk into a porno?

Narrator: both? I kinda wanted to hint that Karoliena,Cassie,Erica,and Gretchen sometimes uh...romp. I also couldn't find a way out of this conversation without Erica getting pissed.

Nina: so the "Wednesdays nights are orgy nights" thing has truth to it?!?

Narrator: forget i said anything.

Nina: no. Wait..does Mariko, Vara and Karoliena know I know this?

Narrator: no. Only you and Erica can break the fourth wall.

Erica: really surprised you never realized that About Karoliena Cassie and us. It's pretty blatant at times.

Nina: I'm sorry,you have all the pain tolerance of a baby, Erica. I can't see you and them going at it,love.

Erica: it's not like that. It's kept cute

Narrator: ok. Union mandated break time is over,ladies. Back to work. This sketch is also over due to me leaving work

Nina: that was weird. Anyone else hear anything?

Karoliena: no.

Vara: not at all.

Mariko: not really.

Erica: *knowing glance and smile*

Ooc: aw,thank you very much. Figured I needed to start doing things again. My creativity had cratered lately. Doing those bits for mr champs show and the face really helped develop Karoliena in regards to how she integrates into the world outside of herself.