As a youngster, long ago now, you once swore you would never so much as change a shitty diaper. The thought makes you chuckle to yourself as you dig in to another pile of sewer muck, coating wood from broken pallets with feces and mud, another plank for cultivation. Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and you must be rush to be ready for the big day. This will be the first big celebration you've held since arriving into the sewers, and it has to be perfect.
You've cheated a bit on your original goal of an all-underground meal, but you couldn't resist after you managed to coax a pigeon down near a storm grate. It was supposed to be your pet, an ally to the overworld, but you accidentally strangled it to death. The remains have been fermenting in a pot for a few weeks, soaking in all the flavour. Your mouth waters just to think of it.
The pigeon will be served with a rat-and-mushroom stuffing, mushroom salad, and some cleaned corn you've collected.