Andrea was trying her best not to laugh. In all the time she and Spike had been together, he'd done more than prove she could trust him to take care of Clementine if need be, but she had still never expected him to come over to dye Easter eggs with the two of them. It was sweet, but it was also sort of funny and as she passed by Spike to get to the fridge, she squeezed his shoulder lightly.
"I haven't done it in years either," she admitted, getting the eggs out and returning to the table with them before she slipped into her chair. "So long, in fact, that I forgot to buy marshmallow chicks, so it's a good thing someone else remembered."
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Date: 2013-03-26 02:42 am (UTC)"I haven't done it in years either," she admitted, getting the eggs out and returning to the table with them before she slipped into her chair. "So long, in fact, that I forgot to buy marshmallow chicks, so it's a good thing someone else remembered."