Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like the power.

And this… [clears throat]

[Nick clears throat]

[footsteps ascending]

She's right, and that's what kills me. [exhales]

Fine! You wanna see?

-Oh! -…Georgia.

Make sure to tell him all your wishes for Wellsbury.

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

You know, I have to admit I had no idea what to get a teenage girl.

Lynette, thanks again for coming last minute.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Hey, your lawyer, Martin Guillory,

[keyboard clacking]

and then you invite everyone to sit on my lap.

[metal clanking]

-Yeah, I remember. -[doorbell closes]

What's going on? You post this--

She-- She's in therapy. She wants to get better.

-[Ginny] The hat? -[Bracia] What?

-What's our ticket count? -A lot.

That's awful. What for?

Is that the one you were telling me about at Blue Farm?

♪ What I do ♪

Now she's a teenager, and I wanna be there.

No, if they use butter knives, we should get butter knives.

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

-[Lynette] Mm. -Look around.

What? Oh no, let me see.

Ginny, weigh in. I'm freaking out. Tickets or hat?

You knew about this?

As a thank you for your generosity,

I missed out on a lot of the day to day, you know, and it kills me.

It's tickets to the Escape Room from a few years ago.

I know there's a lot more in your past, Georgia Miller.

Okay, I did something bad. I texted Sophie.

[Paul laughing] Good one.

["Silent Night" plays]

Merry Christmas, G.

Give your old man a hug. [grunts]

[upbeat Christmas music plays]

-[Ginny sniffles] -[Georgia whispers] Come here.

No, well, you are. I mean, we're not together.

When is that going to happen?

I never should have run off. I mean, it didn't have to be as bad as it was.

Okay, Mr. Mayor.

[instrumental upbeat music ends]

I'm not mad at you, Gram.