My daughter's boyfriend is a bona fide cook. He came up with an all-from-scratch Thanksgiving meal for us:
Mashed sweet potatoes with cream cheese
Roasted white potatoes
Green bean casserole
Thank you, William; it was all delicious.
We had a lovely time, and Briton and Hannah had lots to talk about.
This is either a conversation about Pokemon or other video games or the Avengers or mutual friends or "The Walking Dead" or movies or pets or TV shows. . . You can see that Hannah inherited the talking-with-your-hands gene from me. I once had a student ask me if I'd be able to lecture with my hands tied.