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Eddie/Marlie - Burnt Orange
“We should have called your mother…” Marlie groaned at her father’s words, scrunching up her nose as she looked into the oven. “This stinks.” “…yes. Yes it does; both literally and figuratively.” Looking over at her Dad, she couldn’t help but laugh, since he was making the same face as she was. He just gave her a toothy grin before he reached in to pull out the sweet potato fried, which were now a burnt orange color, since neither one of the Loke’s knew what they were doing. “So…how mad do you think Mom is going to be when she comes over and finds out that we ruined her potatoes?” “Is ‘very’ an appropriate response?” Marlie laughed. “I think it’s accurate, at least.” Sighing, she reached in with the oven mitt and pulled out the ruined side dish. “…at least we still have salad.” “…I was supposed to make salad?” “Dad!”