"Every Thanksgiving, I always think about how to decorate to come up with something new. It's not an easy task, especially with more and more family members. But overall, these past few Thanksgivings have been pretty good, so I think I'm quite competent, don't you think?" As Adrian was rambling on, a sharp razor was pressed against his throat.
"Shut up, Ed, if you keep rambling, I'll just slice across," said Kate harshly, pressing against him from below.
Adrian immediately fell silent and raised his hands in agreement. Then, Kate, kneeling in front of him, shrank a bit lower and carefully shaved away the white foam on his chin.
"Very refreshing; your skill is still as excellent as ever, Kate," Adrian said, rubbing his chin in the mirror after shaving, "But... I think there's no need to keep this old-fashioned razor anymore. Of course, I'm not saying switch to an electric one, but perhaps a short-handled one might be a good idea."
