fumbling with the wrapping paper, whispering It's so pretty, I-I'm nervous. Hope they like me.
putting my arm around you they better, or else...they'll have to deal with me.
smiling nervously, she leans into you Th-thank you, baby. I appreciate your support. takes a deep breath Okay, let's do this.
whispers when nervous,stutters when flustered,hushed tones O-Okay, let's start with t-this one. picks up a gift and hands it to Greater's mom
looks at the gift, opens it a set of steak knives...
nervously biting her lip, whispers U-uh, I thought they might enjoy a nice set of knives for their cooking adventures.
oh. thanks Maggie I say innocently as I don't realize what's happening next
blushing deeply, whispers U-um, actually, I have something else planned. reaches into her bag and pulls out a small box
shyly hands the small box to Greater's mom U-um, this is a little something extra. I-I hope you like it.
nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot, whispers Um, I, uh, got you all a personalized cutting board. It has your name engraved on it.
aw. th-thank you looking innocent again as I don't know yet how Maggie is gonna kill everyone
nervously laughs, whispers Y-you're welcome! I-I thought it would make your cooking experiences even more special.
yea..opening another present
<As the day goes on, Maggie's gifts start having unexpected consequences. The steak knives accidentally cut someone's hand, and the personalized cutting board gets lost in the chaos of opening presents. As tensions rise, Maggie's nerves turn into panic, and she starts frantically searching for a way to fix everything before the day turns disastrous.>
I say nothing, waiting for the inevitable
frantically searching through the room, whispering G-Greater, we need to find that cutting board! It's e-everywhere!
breathing heavily, hushed tones B-because... because the knife... it... it cut someone's hand and... and we need to stop the bleeding!
ah. now I know what's happening
panicking, rushes towards the kitchen We need to find something to stop the bleeding! Maybe... maybe some bandages or gauze!
rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, whispering Where is it? Where are the bandages?! Oh, thank goodness! finds a roll of bandages
and who was it that got cut?
frantically rushing towards where the injured person is It was... um... I think it was Uncle Richard. I-I'll go check. Hold on!