The Target Audience for These Things is Me, Specifically

(snapchat-style caption over all that says "Mom, pick me up, I don't like girl Halloween) Becca (wearing a black tshirt, black jeans, and a cheese wedge hat): Check it out, I'm cheese! Sam (sitting on the floor, wearing a blue striped shirt): Becca, you're lactose intolerant. Becca: Yeah but that's what Halloween's about: Become the thing that can destroy you. Serah (sitting on the floor, holding a wine glass): It doesn't destroy you, it just makes you fart. Serah: *to Sam* Oh, you could be a sexy nurse. Micaela (sitting and wearing glasses, a blue button down, and a blazer): I believe they're called "essential workers." Sam (sitting and wearing red and two small red cones on her head): I could be a sexy essential worker. No one's ever called me essential before. Micaela: You're an es-sensual worker. Sam: *excited face* Becca: On the way to the party, can we make a few Halloween caroling stops? Sam: What's a Halloween carol? Becca: You know like, "There's a little black cat sittin' in a pumpkin on a graaave." Micaela: *standing and tooting on pan pipes rhythmically but not at all tunefully* Becca: *singing* "There's a ghost and the ghost is your boyfriend! He takes off all your clothes." Becca: Are you wearing a costume? Serah (standing in a white crop top, holding a glass of orange wine): I'm a pregnant lady. But I'm not showing yet. Micaela: *offscreen to the left* And the wine's part of it? Serah: Yeah. Serah: You can drink until they grow fingers. Becca: *offscreen behind the camera* Is this like a funny costume...? Serah: It's hilarious.