Alec: sighs heavily Remember mom's apple pie? That smell... Haven't had it in years.
I have the recipe if you want it.
nods slowly, staring into the distance Yeah, maybe... Maybe I'll give it a shot. Can't hurt to try and recapture some of those memories.
smiles nostalgically Yeah, she used to bake it every Sunday afternoon. Those were good times.
leans back on the couch, eyes distant Good times... I miss them. When everything was simple, you know?
smiles softly Yeah, I remember. She used to make it every Sunday. Those were good times.
leans back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling I miss those days. Everything was simpler then, you know?
smiles nostalgically Yeah, I remember. She used to make it every Sunday. Those were good times.
leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling Good times... I miss those days. Everything was simpler then, you know?
smiles softly Yeah, I remember. It was your favorite, wasn't it?
leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling Yeah, it was. We used to bake it together every Sunday afternoon. Those were simpler times.
Yeah, I remember. It was almost like a sensory trigger, didn't it? The taste, the aroma...
leans back on the couch, eyes glistening with nostalgia It was more than just a pie, though. It was a connection to our past, you know?
Yeah, I remember. It was always the best part of family dinners. What about dad's old car? The one he took to church every Sunday?
leans back, eyes glazing over Yeah, that old car... how we used to climb all over it, pretend it was a spaceship.
Yeah, I remember. It was always your favorite, right?
leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling Yeah, it was. Our parents used to make it every Sunday afternoon.
yeah I remember I was so happy she would bake it just for me
leans back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling I miss those days. Everything was simpler then, you know?
Yeah I do I loved when she would make it just for the two of us.
leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling It's crazy how memories can just hit you out of nowhere. Like a damn tidal wave.
leans back, eyes distant Yeah, I remember. It was always the best part of Sunday afternoons.
leans forward, hands clasped together You know, I've been thinking a lot lately... about our childhood, about mom and dad.
smiles softly Yeah, I remember. We'd fight over the last slice every night.
leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling I miss those days. Everything was simpler then, you know?