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“It evolved from the Easter egg hunts our folks put up when we were kids,” Louise explains as Logan dodges an egg. “When we got too old for hunts, they thought it would be ‘fun’ to start upping the ante.”
“Didn’t your parents almost come to blows one year?” Logan asks as Louise dips down and lobs an egg in Tina’s direction. The throw misses and Tina’s grin is as wide as Louise’s aim.
Louise rolls her eyes and pulls Logan away, both of them narrowly avoiding Gene’s egg. “Hyperbole. I was mad when I told you. They did start yelling, but they calmed down pretty quickly.”
“Weren’t there raccoons involved?” Logan tries to hit Teddy and manages to get the man on his side. Teddy groans softly and continues to creep towards Bob, who is too busy yelling at Linda to notice.
Louise creeps out herself, yanking Logan along. “Yeah, Big Baby Pudding Snatcher. Keep up.”
“Now you all throw eggs at each other at the abandoned skating rink and whoever is the least gross at the end wins.” Logan looks down at his shirt in disgust, the raw egg dried from Linda’s lucky throw. “Is that accurate? Who decides who’s the least gross? Why is Teddy here?”
“Teddy’s family.” Louise doesn’t elaborate and Logan doesn’t really need her to. They’ve been together long enough and Logan’s had the “shovel talk'' from Teddy probably a dozen times. “As for a judge, Mr. Fischoeder owns the rink. He suggested an egg fight in the first place.”
Logan starts to say something when an egg hits him full in the face. Zeke runs off hooting in victory. “What’s he get out of it?” Logan wipes the egg off as best as he can; the rules allow for frantic attempts at cleansing.
“He gets to watch us make fools of ourselves. Plus Dad cooks for him now and then.”
“So if it’s just family, why am I here?” Logan pulls Louise away from the egg zipping towards her from Bob’s direction. She ends up in his arms and it would be romantic if Louise didn’t immediately turn around to throw an answering egg at her father, yelling obscenities.
When Louise finally calms down enough, they crouch, unseen and thus safe for a moment. Louise shrugs and wipes her hand on Logan’s shirt, adding to the mess there. “I mean, we ain't ever getting married but–”
Logan pulls Louise into a kiss and she allows it, knowing that they must be safe from familial eyes as no eggs hit them. They pull apart and smirk at each other.
The moment ends when Mr. Fischoeder’s voice booms out over the intercom. “Burger Family, the Smallest Burger Child and her Blond Burger Boyfriend are currently hiding behind the entrance wall. The first one to pelt either of them wins an extra week off their rent!”
“Shit,” Louise says, grabbing Logan’s hand and running. “Come on! Tina and Zeke are trying for kids; they’ll murder us!”