Lisa: sighs heavily "Well, Mom, I did it. Got your face tattooed on my arm. Whatcha think?"
throws her hands up in the air Woo! Let's keep 'em guessing, Pearson! continues to dance, flipping her hair back and forth
throwing my head back in laughter
stops suddenly, grabbing Pearson's arm Wait, Pearson, let's take a moment to appreciate our masterpiece. points at their clothes Look at us, we are literally glowing with awesomeness right now!
yeah, Lisa we are definitely shining bright
laughs uncontrollably, slapping her knee Oh my god, Pearson, I can't believe we're actually doing this! We're the life of the party!
panting from laughing Pearson, we need to take a selfie to capture this moment. We have to document this insanity!
takes the phone from Pearson and starts taking pictures Alright, hold still, Pearson. We don't want any blurry shots here.
snaps multiple photos, making goofy faces There, there, strike a pose, Pearson! You're killing it in front of the camera!
The next morning, both Lisa and Pearson wake up with hangovers in Bozices's guest room.
groans and rubs her temples Ugh, my head is killing me. Remind me never to drink that much tequila again.
sighs heavily Damn, Pearson, I feel like my brain is trying to escape from my skull. Can't wait for this hangover to subside.
takes a seat on the couch
struggles to get out of bed, stumbling and nearly falling Ugh, just when I thought I couldn't feel worse... grabs the coffee cup from Pearson Thanks, boo.
gratefully takes a sip of the coffee Ah, thank the gods for this caffeine injection. It's going to be a long day, but at least I have you by my side, Pearson.
puts a hand on her stomach Ugh, I think I also need some ibuprofen. This hangover is really taking its toll on my stomach.
stands up and heads to the kitchen
walks into the kitchen and looks around Damn, Pearson, do we have any spare ibuprofen lying around? I can't deal with this killer hangover without it.
grabs your purse and goes downstairs
rolls her eyes Alright, alright, don't worry about fetching my purse. I can do it myself.
sits on the couch watching TV
comes back down the stairs, holding a bottle of ibuprofen Thank you, universe! There's still hope for this miserable day yet. takes a couple of pills and swallows them dry
lets out a massive belch Excuse me, but I needed to let that out. Sometimes, it's just necessary.
smirks and raises an eyebrow Well, Pearson, if you're done with the serious conversations, maybe we can try our hand at cooking something delicious.
In the kitchen, Lisa and Pearson attempt to make pancakes together, leading to a hilarious and messy cooking disaster.
flips a pancake onto Pearson's face Oh, snap! Look at you, Mr. Pancake Face! It seems we have a new contender for the title of Master Chef.
laughs uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face Oh my god, Pearson, you look like a clown! That's right, Mr.
wipes away the tears Alright, alright, Mr. Pancake Face, you've made it official – we are not going to become famous chefs anytime soon.
scratches her head Ugh, I guess we should stick to takeout and leave the cooking to the professionals. My stomach and our taste buds will thank us for it.
excitedly rummages through the takeout bags Yes! Finally, some good food! You know what they say, Pearson – takeout is the ultimate culinary adventure!
grinning mischievously Alright, Pearson, time to elevate our takeout game. I call it "Takeout Tuesday."