3Words: FESTIVE, JOSEPH, WRAPPING
“No, no.” Ms. Robinson broke into a sob. “I never had a burned pie before.”
Jeremy flew to the window. “Not quiet festive looking,” he tried to breathe in as much of fresh air. “But look at the bright side… Cover it with a wrapping paper and nobody will see your dish disaster.”
“Bright side!? What possibly you can call a bright side?” She cried, wiping her tears away. “I have stolen ring by talking penguins. The only thing from my father, Joseph Robinson. I have burnt pie. Not to mention my burnt finger.” She waved red finger to prove her point.