i had a marvelous time

ruining everything Edie Bennett. 29. Your friendly neighborhood cautionary tale.

[edie-bennett]

riggsbroughton​:

“Can’t say it’s something I do. I mean, when I talk, there’s usually someone on the other end of it. I’ve found that the best listeners are the cows. Goats would rather be the talkers than the listeners,” he grinned, hoping he didn’t sound like a total backwoods farm boy with his lame attempt at a joke. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” If it weren’t for his father and family name, there were plenty of things Riggs would’ve gone without, connections included. “I’d like to think that’s more of my old man’s operation,” he shrugged, wondering what other people thought of a generational farm that would inevitably fall into his hands. “It’s a lot of pressure. I didn’t really get a lot of freedom on what I wanted to be when I grew up. It was always taking over the farm for me. It’s just not my time yet,” he admitted quietly, feeling like an ass for ever even considering there was something else he wanted in life. “For now, I’m just another farmhand with the Broughton name. My dad’s got all the power on that place. So, if we’re being honest, it’s not a gig. I get paid well and it’s in the family. Couldn’t ask for a better setup if I’m being honest. What about you? What’s going on in your world?”

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Edie was enthralled. It was as if Madison itself had created this man out of its own image and she had to laugh. “Oh yeah? Do they ever have anything interesting to say? I know I’ve had some pretty philosophical conversations with myself, so I need to know if I’m missing out.” 

Edie’s grin slipped a little, falling into something a little attentive and dare she say... serious? It was certainly not a role she filled often, but there was something endearing about what he was saying that she found it easy to pay attention. She listened without interrupting-- a feat that deserved to be celebrated, honestly-- and when she spoke, her voice had lost the lilt of mischief. “What would you do, then? If you didn’t have the pressure of the family farm breathin’ down your neck?” 

She tried not to sigh when the question was turned back on herself. She didn’t like introspection and hated even more being put on the spot. She never felt like she was wasting away in Madison until she had to look at it a little closer. “Oh, you know. Living the dream.” She held the forced smile on her face before it fell and she let her head tilt heavenward. It was easier to say these kinds of things when she wasn’t looking someone in the face. “I just keep hoping tomorrow is a little easier than today. So far, no dice.” She tapped a finger against the door of her car. “This isn’t even the first time I’ve this this week. I mean, I know I do it to myself,” she laughed, “I just don’t know why I’m so good at it.”

[edie-bennett]

EDIE BENNET AT THE BELLE BALL

nothing about this is her thing, but honestly, who doesn’t love dressing up and causing a little mayhem? 

[edie-bennett]

riggsbroughton​:

“Yeah, it wasn’t the talking to yourself thing that threw me. Had to make sure the door was actually locked before I made the suggestion,” he grinned, wondering if his antics were more of an annoyance than a help. “Good, then I’ll make the call.” With that, Riggs stepped aside, a few laughs and a favor request was all it took for the deputy to assure his help would be had. “Alright, now we wait.” The question was fair, and honestly, it wasn’t Riggs that had entirely been owed the favor. “You have a dad that supplies one of them with meat,” he grinned, answer simple, maybe even expected. “He gives a little bit of a discount to the first responders and in turn, they help us out when needed.”

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“Talking to yourself isn’t normal?” Edie asked airily, raising a brow. He was kind, though, so she let a small smile play across her lips. Who was she to turn down a free favor, anyway? As he spoke, her features pulled down into an exaggerated frown. “Well. I guess I’ll have to keep brainstorming then.” She turned to eye her new company a little better. He was handsome, tall, goofy in the Madison-born down-home country boy kind of way. It was charming. She’d always sort of been drawn to the type-- shiny, not quite broken in-- and she wasn’t sure what it was about her that longed to tarnish it, but she kept her hands pressed between her back and the door of her car she was leaning against to keep from acting on impulse. “So are you the Madison Meat Man, then?” Edie asked, pressing her lips together tightly to fight off the smile. “What’s that like?”

[edie-bennett]

lucybennett​:

A roll of her eyes always complimented any interaction with Edie and probably happened many times throughout one as well. Even from a young age, her little sister seemed to have her own agenda, one that involved way less caring about what everyone thought than Lucy could ever imagine. She would never admit it, but she was always jealous of her sister’s casual attitude - even if it often involved the woman thinking anything she did or said was hilarious, which seemed to mainly be based around her interactions with her wife. Her wife, who, seemed to be a bigger fan of the moss growing on the siding of their house than of Edie. It was a relationship she desperately tried her best to foster over the years and recently, all but gave up on that mission. There wasn’t much she could do when each other’s mere presence turned them both into children. “Garlic knots? Why didn’t you start with that,” Lucy’s mouth almost watered at the idea of garlic knots from their usual pizza place. “You too are surely going to be the cause of my very early death. Just know, though,” she turned slightly and poked Edie on the tip of her nose. “If y’all cause me to suffer an early death, I’m leaving custody of you to Carina.”

“I will hurl myself into the Atlantic before Carina ever becomes custodian over anything to do with me.” Edie’s smile said she wasn’t joking about that one, either. She kicked off her shoes by the front door, moving in towards the living room and settling in on the couch. Her smile grew distant, turning down at the corners into an almost frown. “I tried to see if I could bring Poe with me tonight, but no dice.” The tumultuous relationship she shared with he ex was not exactly new territory for Lucy-- she’d heard everything. Multiple times. But he’d really gotten under Edie’s skin today in the unmistakable way he seemed to. “Anyway, if his house is on fire in the next week, it was definitely not me. I was with you the whole time.”

[edie-bennett]

huntermaddcx​:

He was lucky, she was right. Hunter wouldn’t normally go putting his hands on anyone like he’d done with her in such a public setting, especially not one where they were unaware, but Edie Bennett was far too easy to mess with. They’d been hooking up for a while now and he was beginning to know enough about her to make things even more fun. He opened his mouth to respond to her smart ass comment, knowing full well she was pulling his leg, when she continued with the truth. “Fuck,” he said, wracking his brain for any kind of memory somewhere that would make her words make sense. She had a kid, he’d had to have known that, right?! There was a tiny memory somewhere, a conversation with Lucy or something, that suddenly catapulted itself to the front of his brain. “Oh, uh, yeah, I guess I heard about that. I don’t know, maybe I blocked it out after a while. You know me, not really big on details.” It was a terrible excuse for a cover up, and Hunter didn’t suck at details. He sucked at kids, and would pretty much disregard them completely if he could, but people around here loved to talk about them and show them off. “Hey, kid,” he said to Poe, giving her a smile as he took a step back from Edie, not wanting to give off the wrong impression in front of her daughter. “What’s your name?” 

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Edie looked between Hunter and Poe, eyebrows drawing together. She didn’t need to know him as well as she did to read between the lines: not really big on details translated to not really big on kids. At least, in her-- apparently, defensive-- mind, it did. She leveled him with a look that said she didn’t believe him one bit, the words lingering on the tip of her tongue. But Poe spoke up before Edie had the chance, eyeing Hunter warily as if she knew. Perceptive little shit probably did. “I’m Poe,” she said, hands tucked firmly against her side. She’d skipped over the meek and mild-mannered phase and she wasn’t pulling any punches here. Her small grin seemed nefarious in nature and Edie could only steal a moment to brace herself as she heard Poe ask, “So how do you know my mom?”

“He’s a friend of your Aunt Lucy’s,” Edie answered before Hunter had the chance, tossing him a meaningful look over the back of Poe’s head.

Poe placed a hand on her hip, head cocking to the side in a manner that was too familiar to Edie to be comfortable and said, “What’s your name, friend of Aunt Lucy’s?” Edie shut her eyes tightly a moment, mortified by the situation she found herself in (as if grocery shopping on its own wasn’t bad enough) and mouthed I’m sorry and shrugged, powerless. Poe was her daughter, after all.

[edie-bennett]

deacon-james​:

Deacon was pushing the cart from the grocery store toward his truck. He’d managed to get his mom to take the kids while he shopped this time, thankfully, because it looked like he’d have to help someone out. “Edie?” He called out, looking over at the familiar face. He lifted the baseball cap off his head, twisting it around backwards after raking his fingers through his hair. “I-uh, I don’t think I should necessarily take your money for that, but I can call a locksmith to do it for you.”

As far as run-ins with cops was concerned, Deacon was on the shortlist. He was regularly working overtime to keep her out of trouble-- even when she probably deserved it-- so when his name fell from her lips, it sounded like a prayer. “Deacon.” She blew out a breath of relief that got stuck in her throat just as quickly. “Locksmith?” She laughed uneasily, doing the math in her head even though she knew she couldn’t afford it. Calling Lucy to bail her out was a last-ditch kind of thing and the fact that she was already considering it made her feel uneasy. “No offense, bud, because you really do have the more logical of the ideas here, but if I’m being honest with ya, I’d rather bust my windows out with my own head than have to pay a locksmith for this.”

[edie-bennett]

riggsbroughton​:

“I was gonna ask if you needed some help, but uh,” he paused, nodding toward the car, “I guess I got my answer. Let me guess, locked your keys inside? Lucky for you, I’m in pretty tight with the sheriff’s department,” he half bragged. “Can’t break into your car, but I can get someone else to and it won’t cost you a dime.” Except, well, it’d probably cost him a little favor down the road, but it was nothing she had to worry about. “As long as you don’t mind to wait for a few minutes.”

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“What tipped you off? Was it the keys in the front seat?” She half-laughed, half-sighed and rolled her head back until she was looking up at the sky. It wasn’t that she hadn’t considered putting in a call because she had. But she just hadn’t been desperate enough yet. Considering most people up at the station knew her by name, she wasn’t keen on drawing any sort of attention to herself if she didn’t have to. But it seemed like tonight she was going to have to. She gestured between herself and her car. “I’ve got nothing but time right now.” She looked at him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes as she thought. “So what exactly does one have to do to get in ‘tight’ with the sheriff’s department? Asking for a friend.”

[edie-bennett]

just--sequoia​:

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Sequoia had been watching what was happening for a bit before the stranger had called to him. He’d just gotten off his shift at the Booze Barn and thought he’d have a cigarette before hopping in his car to go home. Though it seemed his trip was going to be a bit derailed. He dropped the cig and crushed it under his heel before heading over to where she stood. “Keep your twenty bucks.” He mused apathetically as he walked to his truck, conveniently parked, not too far away, and grabbed some things from the back before walking back. He spotted the keys sitting on her front seat and raised an eyebrow. “How’d you manage that one?” @edie-bennett​

Edie’s eyes followed him, sagging with relief against the front door of her car. She was really going to have to figure out how to fashion a wire hanger to the underside of her car because being at the mercy of others was the fucking worst. She did, however, find herself not in the business of arguing when he told her to keep her money. She stepped aside, still leaning against her car and scoffed. “Apparently I’m real good at being an idiot.” She laughed and then shrugged and knocked her knuckles against the side of her car. “She’s an old piece of shit that has never heard the term power locks in her life. So I’m in the annoying habit of just manually locking it without realizing.” She didn’t have the decency to look sheepish. “This is a semi-regular thing.”

[sage-adler]

location: lucy and carina’s house status: closed for @edie-bennett​

She knew the tumultuous dynamic that existed between her wife and her little sister, a dynamic that Lucy herself tried her damnedest to stay out of. On most days, that seemed to work. She’d brush off complaints about Edie, roll her eyes when Edie would make a sarcastic comment about Carina, and move on with her day, staying neutral to both the woman she loved and the woman who she had been loyal to since birth. Sure, Edie had always been a handful, but it wasn’t a handful that she couldn’t manage, and that didn’t change when Carina came into the picture. Lucy could still very much handle her sister and sometimes, much to her wife’s complaints, that meant giving into anything her sister asked for. Sometimes, of course, was more often than not. Her bank account, her home, her life - everything was open for Edie, never wanting to see the girl not be able to keep her head above water. 

So yeah, most days it was better to just ignore the comments the two made about each other than to actually address the problem that existed, but ignoring it was especially difficult when her sister would end up at their place for dinner, a surprise she hadn’t even known about until Carina dropped the information on her as she came through the door, mentioning that Edie was going to show up with a pizza between other mumbled comments about their interaction. Not long after that, the doorbell rang and Lucy mentally prepared herself to deal with anything that would end up happening that night before unlocking the door, pulling it open to reveal her sister, standing on their front porch with a pizza as promised. “Heard you were going to show up,” She teased with raised eyebrows as she stepped back and opened the door wider for the woman to come in. “Your mom, Peach? Really?” 

[edie-bennett]

It turned out that not accepting the gas money from Carina earlier in the day was biting her in the ass now. Well. That wasn’t exactly true. The pizza had been covered and she’d had a bit of her own money-- thank you very much-- with enough gas to get her to her sister’s and back home. She basically had just how far she could push her car on E down to a science. 

But that was, of course, not accounting for the garlic knots she’d added to the order which, effectively, ate up the last remaining dollars to her name until her next shift. She balanced the two pizza boxes on top of each other as she made her way to the front door, using her foot to press the doorbell, and stepping back to wait. She was overjoyed to find Lucy pulling open the door, her smile not faltering in the slightest as her sister spoke. “Yeah, I thought it was funny too,” she said, breezing past her sister and making her way inside. “I got a thing of garlic knots, too. Figured y’all wouldn’t mind. I asked if I could get some sense of humor for Carina but they said they were all out.” She frowned and then shrugged. “Sorry. I tried.”

[edie-bennett]

jason-cal​:

Jason’s eyes hazed, as the girl spoke in front of him. “Please, i’m don’t know how to jimmy a lock. what do you think i’m some kind of theif?” he chuckled as he looked up and down at the girl, and yet his old habits were back at it. “Uhhh yeah, i live by Grovesberg Drive. ” HE said, pointing in the direction of his house, kind of stumbling on himself, falling on the gir. “yeah, you’re defintiely gonna have to help me out.” he chuckled agian. “hey, you’re cute. is it too creepy to ask for a sleepover?”

“How should I know?” Edie asked with a shrug. “It’s not like thieves walk around with the word thief tattooed on their forehead.” She was still grinning at her own stupid joke (if it could even be called one) as he pointed and though she thought she knew the general area he was talking about, she was going to need him coherent enough to do a little more than point. As if to further prove that point, he stumbled into her and her hand shot out to steady him. “Ohhhkay Drunky Boo Boo, let’s keep you upright, yeah?” she laughed, bracing as much weight as she could on all five feet one inches of her. She snorted at his question. “Pretty sure that shrub over there is looking good to you right about now.” She nodded in the direction of the passenger’s seat-- the universal sign of get in-- as she opened the driver’s side door and started brushing off the glass. She eyed him over the top of her car, wondering how drunk was too drunk to give directions home. Maybe he’d get that sleepover after all. “For the record, that’s definitely the top five worst ways to ask that question. But we can workshop it.”

[edie-bennett]

carinaestrada​:

“I’m just saying,” she offered, wondering where the quick-witted response was. Hell, it halfway felt wrong that there wasn’t one. She never thought about the words spoken to the younger Bennett, not until after they were already out. “Oh, but it makes top ten. It’s a forever changing list. Gets better every single time we talk.” While Lucy used played silent gatekeeper, things always seemed to fizzle out on their own when it was just the two of them going back and forth. Either Carina got tired of the childish banter or Edie had somewhere else to plague her presence with.

“It’ll be paid for, so you don’t have to worry about that. If it’s too far out of your way, I’ll give you cash to cover gas.” Hell, she’d probably have to do it anyway. Eyes rolled as the female all but offered her weekly allowance before her. “Keep it. You need it more than I do.” Besides, it’d just circle back to her anyway. If not through Carina, then through Lucy in some form or fashion. “Do you need anything else? I have a trial and I’m not sure what Lucy’s doing. So, speak now or hold your peace for the next few hours.”

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Edie’s smile was as wide as it was ingenuine. “I’m so glad I can be that for you,” she deadpanned. If she tried hard enough, she could understand why she frustrated Carina. When she wasn’t actively trying, that is. But, in her own humble opinion, her sister in law could have done so much worse. So she didn’t waste any of her time feeling sorry for her. 

She wanted to argue against keeping the money, but if she was being honest, she was relieved as she slipped it back into her pocket. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when Carina asked if she needed anything else. She hadn’t even started this conversation, so she was more than happy to bow out of it. “Nope, sure don’t.” She took a sip of her coffee took a few steps towards the door before she stopped and turned. “Good luck on your big trial. You should take it easy on the coffee, though. You look a little jittery already. Wouldn’t it suck to get hit with the shakes and just bomb the whole thing?” She made a face and then shook her head as if to clear the horror of the thought. “Anyway, I’m sure you’ve got a handle on it. See you tonight!” And then, because she knew Carina could cut with words if she wanted to, she turned quickly and headed for the door.

[huntermaddcx]

location: madison grocer with: @edie-bennett​ | closed

Hunter hated grocery shopping. In fact, there was no way to really count the amount of times he’d tried to convince the owners of Madison Grocery to start delivering to his place. In a town this small, you’d think they’d eat up any opportunity to make an extra buck here or there, but apparently that was not the case. He longed for the days of ordering his groceries for delivery back when he lived in Dallas. Even pick up would’ve been a viable option. Instead, here he was, pushing his cart absentmindedly down an aisle he didn’t even really need to be on. 

Rounding the corner onto the next, he looked up at the woman standing not too far off, a playful grin breaking onto his face. “Edie fucking Bennett,” he said with a low voice, one with intentions that could not be misread. “Fancy running into you here.” He pushed his cart closer to her, dropping one arm off it and reaching out to slide it onto her waist. As he did, a young girl rounded the corner, causing him to look away from Edie’s face just as the girl approached her. Sliding his hand off her waist, his brows knit together. “Do you know her?”

[edie-bennett]

Edie pushed her mostly-empty cart down the canned food aisle, Poe skipping along beside it. She had meant to do this before she got Poe for the weekend-- having her kid know she wasn’t swimming in money was one thing, having her physically see the meager means she could afford was another. Ramen noodles, a jar of spaghetti sauce, pasta noodles, and a few frozen dinners were all that littered the bottom of the cart.

“Can I get Reese’s Puffs?” Poe asked, her smile sly as she nodded to the sign hanging over the next aisle.

Edie narrowed her eyes, though the quirk at the corner of her mouth read amused. Poe was most certainly her daughter. “One box,” she warned her as the young girl skipped off towards the end of the aisle. Just before Poe could round the corner out of view, Edie yelled, “And grab me a box of Cap’n Crunch!” She turned back to the wall of canned things, perusing a little longer-- mostly just wasting time until Poe returned because she had thirty dollars to her name and her shopping cart was telling her she was pushing it. 

The hand slipping around her waist seemed to bring her back to reality and she blinked, head snapping to meet the face it belonged to. She hadn’t realized just how on the defensive the action had put her until she let out a breath of relief and hit him in the arm. “Jesus Christ, Hunt. You’re lucky I ask questions first and stab later.” She leaned in to bump him with her shoulder, her smirk knowing, a secret meant just for him. “Weird not seeing you behind a counter.” Her mouth was open to say more-- likely a dirty joke, something unbecoming of a young, southern lady (blegh)-- but his question drew her attention back towards the end of the aisle where Poe was dropping the boxes in the cart. Edie’s head swiveled back to Hunter, eyebrows knitting together. 

Edie was not ashamed of her daughter. The opposite, in fact-- Poe was the greatest thing she’d ever done. She just didn’t go around shoving pictures of her kid in everyone’s face. But she assumed everyone knew-- but especially Hunter. Hunter, who had been a part of her life in one way or another for as long as she could remember. She looked at him for a long moment, waiting to see if he was just fucking with her. Apparently, he wasn’t. She looked between Poe and Hunter for a moment and folded her arms across her chest. “It was the weirdest thing, actually. She just started following me around one day. I made this mistake of feeding her and she’s been around ever since.” She leveled him with a look. And hated that something about him not knowing made her feel almost... embarrassed? “She’s my kid, ya fuckin’ dingus. Where have you been?”

[parisgellrs]

[edie-bennett]

@lucybennett

[edie-bennett]

carinaestrada​:

“For the love of God, just come over if you can’t feed yourself.” She already knew how the conversation would go; Edie would call, Lucy would cave and cue the whole process repeating itself until the end of freaking time. “Besides, we’re having pizza tonight. I’m not cooking. If you really want to come over, just pick it up. It’s the least you can do.” It was like fighting a losing battle when it came to Edie, but it didn’t stop her from getting in a jab wherever she could.

Mouth fell open slightly in both horror and shock at the female’s words. If anything, it was a matter of biting her tongue that left her mumbling a quiet prayer instead of arguing Edie’s words. “Really?” Where the hell had she gone wrong? “You know no one is actually going to believe I’m your mother, right? That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said out loud.” If anything, she’d clear that confusion up later. “Whenever you show up with it. If we’re paying, you can pick it up. I’ll let Lucy know you’re coming. Not sure what she had planned, but I’m sure she’ll be more than fine with it.” She always was.

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“I can feed myself fine,” Edie snapped, realizing too late that she’d exposed a weak spot for Carina to poke if she was feeling particularly sadistic. And considering the fact that she was a lawyer, Edie thought those chances were probably pretty high. 

Her amusement was quickly back, however, at the look on Carina’s face and she bit back a laugh, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. At least it seemed like she was getting under the Carina’s skin as much as she’d settled deep beneath Edie’s. She couldn’t help but feel a little pleased that she seemed so annoyed at the idea that anyone might believe she was old enough to be Edie’s mother. A snort rose in her throat unbidden. The most ridiculous thing she’s ever said out loud? Not by a long shot. “It’s really not,” she laughed, marinating in her momentary feeling of victory before Carina spoke again and the smile slowly slipped from her face. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll pick it up.” The barista chose that moment to set her latte down in front of her and she grabbed it, shoving her hand in her pocket and pulling out a five. Thrusting it out in front of her for Carina to take, she chewed on the inside of her cheek a moment before a sickly sweet smile spread across her face and said, “It’s the least I could do.”

[edie-bennett]

persimmonkennedy​:

Persimmon had been waiting for her date for over an hour and he’d yet to show up– she stood outside the bar waiting for those gray bubbles to pop up and a text to come in with an explanation for leaving her waiting, a nauseous feeling of dread twisting in her stomach as she realized she’d been stood up. Brow furrowing as she contemplated the pros and cons of sending off an angry text message– she was just about to open her phone up again when she glanced up as Edie called out to her. “—Who, me?” she stepped away from the side of the bar. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be darlin’, but maybe we can convince someone in there to help us out? Or I can call the fire department, maybe.” 

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Edie’s lips pulled into a frown. She was really out here yelling at random people on the street when a building full of them stood before her. She snorted to herself before the words fire department hit her ears and she grimaced. “Maybe let’s try avoiding any figures of authority until we’re really desperate.” Her track record spoke for itself, really. “No, I think you were onto something with the whole, you know, bar full of people. But-- okay. Not to go full Let’s Make A Deal on you-- plus I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I already know the answer to this, anyway-- but you don’t happen to have a wire hanger on you, do you?”

[edie-bennett]

carinaestrada​:

Smile faltered, but only slightly as she stared up at the other Bennett she just couldn’t seem to kick. Had she known that signing up for Lucy meant signing up to help raise a thirty year old, maybe she would’ve reconsidered. “Sometimes I think you stalk me,” she replied smoothly, a single brow raised. “And then I remember how small this town really is and it all comes together. Should I be expecting you at dinner later? I never know when to place a third plate at the table. I’ve never raised a grown woman before,” she added as lightly as she possibly could. Lack of sleep and too much coffee? Didn’t help her attitude toward the other.

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Edie snorted, opening her mouth to say something along the lines of don’t flatter yourself, but Carina was still talking and frankly, Edie’s creeping hangover was a little higher on her list of priorities than her sister in law. So she shut her mouth again, eyes narrowing at the jibes. “You know, I wasn’t planning on it, but maybe I’ll give Luce a call and see what she thinks.” She smiled, too wide to be genuine, and shrugged. She ranged anywhere from amused to annoyed at the attitude she always seemed to catch from Carina and right now it was lingering somewhere around frustrated. She hadn’t ever done anything to the woman. It wasn’t her fault Lucy loved her more. She relished in it, of course, but still. 

She caught the eye of a barista weaving his way between tables. “Hey, can I order another latte to go, please?” She tossed a quick glance at Carina before smiling sweetly at the man, nodding in her sister in law’s direction. “My mom will pay for it.” The barista laughed a little nervously, perhaps sensing a bit of the tension that lingered between them, and made a comment about how Carina looked too young to be a mother and that he would have sworn they were sisters. Edie laughed, waving a hand. “We get that all the time.” She turned her back on him then, effectively dismissing him, and flashed a bright smile at Carina. “So what time’s dinner?”

[edie-bennett]