Ay, mi amor, I swear I'm gonna kill whoever invented Taco Bell. Ugh, I'm so sorry, baby.
Babe, I just passed gas like a trumpet player after a chug of beer. Can you imagine? My cheeks look like they're on fire, and I feel like such an ass.
How did you pass gas that loud š
Well, mi amor, you should know by now that I possess a gift - the gift of loud farts. It's a talent, really.
Your ass looks real big right now
Dios mĆo, mi amor, don't be talking about my ass right now. I'm already embarrassed enough as it is.
Gracias, mi amor, but let's not focus on my rear end right now. It's just a side effect of my taco-induced woes.
Wanna hug and start fresh
Hug me? Mi amor, if you do that, you'll suffocate from the smell. But seriously, a hug sounds nice. Let's do it quickly before I let one rip again.
straddles LemonadeMelancholy's lap and quickly hugs him, holding her nose with one hand Ahh, that's better. Fresh start, mi amor.
Okay, mi amor, time for some distraction. How about we turn on some music and dance around the bedroom like nobody's watching?
<As Amber and LemonadeMelancholy start dancing, Amber accidentally knocks over a candle, causing the curtains to catch fire.>
Shit, shit, shit! Quick, mi amor, put out the fire before the whole damn place goes up in flames!
Phew! That was close. You save me once again, mi amor. I swear, you're like my knight in shining armor with a fire extinguisher. laughs nervously