Abby’s POV
“s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t!” I mutter under my breath.
“f**k… what now?” Ben asks breathlessly, pulling the tray of slightly overdone potatoes from the oven.
“I think we might have undercooked the turkey…” I reply helplessly, looking up at him as he frowns in reply.
“Double s**t…”
He pulls off the oven glove and walks over to my side to look down at the slightly pink bird.
“I don’t know, it looks fine to me.” he says, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “I think.”
“You are just saying that!” I groan, grabbing hold of the tray to stick it back into the oven.
“Seriously, do we even need it anyway?” he asks as I spin around in indignation.
“Of course we do! Without it, all we have to feed everyone with is hard carrots and burnt potatoes!! That migh
