If you asked Marlene what her relationship with Liam was like, she'd say it was okay. The two hadn't really hung out alone together and seemed to only really hang out when Frank was around.
But when Liam comes back from yet another foster home and...
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Marlene and Toby sat side by side as they watched a sick Mike attempt to make dinner. Marlene winced when Mike dropped the pizza he was holding, the metal plate clattering on the floor for several seconds.
"Are you alright, Mike?" Tracy asked, running in with Johnny and Tee.
Toby gave the man no time to answer before he began to diagnose him herself. "Lack of coordination. It might be a brain tumor." He nodded, seemingly very sure of himself.
Marlene rolled her eyes. "Or he's got a cold." She spoke in a bored tone. If there was one thing Mike and Marlene had in common: neither could handle being sick very well.
"I just have a migraine coming on." Mike reassured Toby, not very pleased with his diagnosis. "Oh, the pizza toppings." He groaned, realizing what he had forgot.
"Oh, it's alright. I'll finish those." Tracy said, moving to the otherside or the island. Beginning to peal the bananas she had been carrying, it didn't take long until she was stopped.
Marlene stared at her with wide eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, looking disgusted.
Noticing what Tracy was doing, Mike decided to put a stop to it. "They won't like those." He told the youngest care worker.
Tracy seemed to disagree. "Umm, I think I know what they'll like." She told him. "I was one of them till quite recently. Cheese please."
Marlene shook her head. "Clearly, you don't." She huffed. "I don't even like bananas, ask anyone and they'll tell you they've never even seen me eat one. You know why? Cause I don't like them." She glared. "Mike, I'm sorry but I'm not eating that. I'd sooner go to bed starving." She said, getting up and walking out the kitchen, mumbling about her distaste of bananas.
