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"Grandpaaa!" I lunged towards him, forgetting there was a table in front of me, and ending with my face in… I think it was supposed to be pumpkin pie? Anyway, when I stood up, my face was covered in pumpkin pie.
Martinus sighed again and started cleaning my face again, while I patiently waited, sitting on the chair.
"Who is this young man?" grandpa asked. "And what have you done to my granddaughter?"
"He's my fiancé!" I exclaimed, extending my arms, and hitting the table with my hands.
"Don't move," Martinus said. I think I might have poured gravy all over him; at least I felt something wet on my lap, right where Martinus' thigh was touching me.
"And what is your fiancé doing here?" grandpa asked, curtly. His head was blueish instead of yellow.
"He's experimenting on me!" I excla
