"Absolutely not." Crowley responds rather firmly, scooping up any veggies and tossing them in the casserole dish flippantly. "I don't need lemon squares to prove I'm a good parent."

After assembling the rest of the roast, it's popped in the oven for an unreasonably short amount of time. Crowley rests her hands on the counter and sighs, trying to calm herself.

"It's fine... let's just set the table."