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When the timer ran out Seven had eaten the most pies and was awarded the prize by an astonished and somewhat terrified Erickson.

Randy VIII had not been far behind, trailing by the equivalent of only a few slices, though he was somewhat relieved to reach the end of the contest. He wiped his arm across his mouth. "Ugh... I think I'm done with lemons for a while."

Seven smirked and finished his last pie, "Hope you like seafood then!"

"You damn right I do," Randy VIII stated firmly.

"See you next weekend?" Seven asked.

"You know it." Randy VIII gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Baby patted him on the back, "You weren't far behind him," she said with a smile.

He curled his lip for an instant. "I could still fight 'im..."

"I'd rather you didn't," said Baby, "why don't we go do the face painting?" she suggested.

"A'right." Randy VIII made a playfully obscene gesture at his brother before heading back toward Erika's booth with Baby and the children.

Ericka had a set of purple and pink paints, she urged Randy to sit and Little Randy insisted that he do so and get his face painted along with the rest of them and ten minutes later a group of pink butterflies were drawn from the corner of his eye all the way across the bare side of his head.

Randy VIII inspected himself in the mirror. "Oh god," he groaned, trying to stifle a giggle.

"Ah think ye look sweet," Ericka who sported her own purple butterfly on her left cheek and a cluster of pink stars on her exposed stomach.

Meanwhile, Maxwell had adorned Baby's cheek with a large yellow sunflower. "Now, ain't that pretty!"

Baby giggled, "It is! I love it."

Maxwell beamed, his own face covered in stars. The children were also painted, each with a different animal face.
"Gotta get a picture of this," said Randy VIII.