A/N: I haven't been writing much recently, but since JCfan (thank you so much!) decided to review, I was motivated to write another chapter :D
Her dad was going at itagain.
"What the- there's too much fish in it! And-why the hell is there chocolate in here!" A flustered Doug tried to control the big pot of stew, but nobody cared about his whining and dumped the ingredients into the pot.
As usual, Ann was in charge of controlling her father.
"Dad, It's just a festival!" Ann rolled her eyes at him. Yet, she couldn't help smiling at him.