Maddie wasn’t amused. Her lips curled into a tight smile, masking her irritation. “No harm? Jane, even if you can’t cook, surely you can tell the difference between chili peppers and tomatoes. I mean, the bottles are labeled. Or don’t you bother reading?”
Jane’s face flushed red, her embarrassment evident. “I—I didn’t see any labels! Both bottles looked exactly the same and they didn’t have any packaging. How was I supposed to know?”
Maddie shot to her feet, leaving the table as Rico frowned. “Come on, Jane, Maddie didn’t mean it like that. It was just a mistake,” he said, trying to smooth things over.
“Mistake or not, I’m checking,” Maddie muttered, storming into the kitchen.
Sure enough, two nearly identical bottles of red sauce sat on the spice rack. Their labels had been ripped off, leaving no clear indication of what was inside.
“When did this happen?” Maddie murmured under her breath. “Yesterday, the ketchup bottle still had its label…”
Rico followed her into the kitchen and picked up one of the bottles. After inspecting it, he chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle Jane’s hair. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Jane. Without the labels, I can’t tell the difference either.”