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Marceline practically explodes into the room, glaring and tossing a bag of freshly picked tomatoes down onto the table in front of Bonnibel.
The red head sighs and closes her book to glance up at her wife. “Let me guess,”
“The damn health inspector from last week keeps harassing me. Even Jake agrees that I’m the one being targeted.” Marceline does not allow Bonnibel to guess, but Bonnie smiles because she got it right in her head anyway. “Every little thing I do, he’s writing down on his little clipboard. What a-“
“Honey, do you not think he’s writing good things about you?” Bonnibel tries. Tries because Marceline is as stubborn as she is persistent and they’ve been married for long enough to know that all she can do is try.
Her wife glares at the tomatoes instead. “He says my fruits and veggies are past their sell by date. As if he, a health inspector, knows when a bag of fresh tomatoes are past their sell by date. What a prick!” Bonnibel smiles some more and gets up out of her chair to wrap her wife up in a hug.
“Your veggies are delicious, honey. Everyone loves them and if he says one bad thing about your gourds then I’ll-“
“My gourds.” Marceline looked horrified all of a sudden and Bonnibel didn’t know whether she should laugh or hug her tighter. She did a little of both. “He’s going to put my gourds to shame, Bonnie. To shame.”
“All we can do is wait until he comes back. You can ask him what he really thinks about your stall.”
“He scowled at my carrots.”
“Yes, just like you’re scowling at nothing in particular.” Marceline’s face finally softens and she kisses her wife gently with a sigh. “What else happened today, love?”
“Don’t get me started,”