Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me just grab my coat.
You only see light as sharp as that in winter.
What if it happens to me?
Do you think we can be really honest with each other?
It's my first Christmas since my wife died.
rennet pudding can be made... at five minutes' notice,
Emily, he's already married.
Never get married.
Emily did everything, Mom. You wouldn't believe it.
We have to cancel, you guys. But how do we cancel? What's our excuse?
Shouldn't he be spending Christmas with her?
It all looks so nice.
Well, who knows? He gets paid by the word, so...
Pretty ankles...
Maybe I should write a travel book.
And...
I had no idea.
That's, like, an actual fact about me.
Thanks for walking me home.
Twenty-five. How many chapters do you think there will be?
I will write you faithfully. You must do the same.
Merry Christmas, Evelina.
I'm not sure that's what's happening right now.
Right.
It's lovely to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Humphrey.
- I don't know. Maybe she's dead. - Emily!
The Humphreys are here!
And we're building our own house.
I'm reading that too. What chapter are you on?
I'm not published.
Of what?
The ring is a fake.
Look at the light.
and neither of our parents will be here.
Hey, Ben. You're over here.
Aren't you sad that I'm leaving?
He won't even let me publish a recipe for chicken soup.
It's my trip to Spain, darling.