Look, if Prompto managed to get through this without having to call Ignis out of desperation and without some of those pictures Liz was taking ending up as evidence for a culinary crime scene, he would be happy. Hell, even the edibility was negotiable! He was pretty sure he was accomplishing that much, though, even if there had been a few incidents with the blender where he'd forgotten to put the lid back on and he really needed to stop opening the oven door to check on the turkey, but everything was smelling like it should, so his confidence was actually pretty high up there.

"I think," he breathed out, finally able to escape the kitchen to grin over at Liz, flour still smudged on his cheek and that was definitely parsley in his hair, "we may just survive this first Thanksgiving yet!"