It's Saturday, late afternoon, and Ember is going to start baking for Thanksgiving. Erwyn is with Cyann who picked her up to take her and Brenna to see a movie and grab something to eat. Syren, Ember's younger sister, is visiting to keep Ember company while she bakes.
Ember (laughing): Yes. Erwyn likes looking at those too. I guess she does get inspired.
Syren: Smart girl. Just like her aunt.
Syren (smiling): Well, it's certainly not for cooking, unless you count it as help to get through the cooking.
Ember: Okay. Then have a seat and I will get you a glass.
Syren: Get yourself one too and we'll toast.
Ember: To what?
Syren: Something. There's always something to toast to. Maybe we can toast to baking for Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to dinner.
Ember: Yes, because you're a real life Betty Crocker whose muse is a bottle of red.
Syren: You never know.
They both chuckle.
Syren (pointing at Ember): That's a good idea for baking.
Ember: What's a good idea?
Syren: Wearing a full apron dress, instead of just an apron.
Ember stops before opening the bottle of wine. She gives Syren a look of annoyance.
Syren: But it looks like a smock. Really, Ember? You dress so well when you're out, why do you dress like a housemaid instead of the mistress of the house when you're home.
Ember: Because I'm comfortable. I'm home and I'm not trying to impress anyone. You sound like Aunt Tandra.
Syren: That's because she knows how to dress, even when she's home. (Realizing there is only one glass on the table). Hey, aren't you going to have wine too.
Ember: No, I'm going to have some sangria I've been working on. If it tastes good, I'll make some more for Thanksgiving.
Ember opens the bottle of wine, pours it, then turns to head to the refrigerator to get the sangria.
Ember: I am not. Can't I just wear what I want to wear?
Ember pours her sangria and sits down.
Syren: It's not you. You have more style than this.
Syren: Sure. But, I just have to say, you are making excuses. You never dressed like that before, even when you were home. I know you've changed. I know you've been through a lot, but you don't have to become this dowdy, at home chick.
Syren (looking concerned): It's not mothering. It's asking my sister to be herself. Don't be mad at me for trying to encourage you.
Ember (smiling in a comforting way): I know. I'm not mad. I just need to do things at my own pace. Okay?
Syren (pauses for a few seconds): Yep. So, I guess we can talk about Mom now. I'm picking her up Tuesday. We'll get a late lunch. You are welcome to meet us.
Ember: I'll see. Well, I should start mixing things up. It's going to be a while.
Ember stands up and heads to the refrigerator to get the milk.
Ember: She may as well since she's staying through Christmas.
Syren: Well, now it's until after New Year's. I hope Henna can deal with her that long. She's not annoying, but you know how Henna loves her personal space.
Ember: Yes, and according to her, she also likes to have company.
Syren: What com...? Oh! Well, I like company too when I can get it. Maybe you could use some too.
Ember: Don't even start. But if you're going to start something, maybe that something could be helping me bake.
Syren (frowning): Okay. But after another sip or two. I need my inspiration.
Well, it looks like the sisters are preparing for Thanksgiving and the arrival of their mother. I wonder what Ember's baking. I hope she makes sweet potato pie too.
Thank you for stopping by. ~ Jaye