“Three counts possession of partially hydrogenated soybean oil,” says the bailiff, “intent to distribute. One count trafficking in corn syrups. One count supplying fats to a minor.”
“Man, that was entrapment, man,” sniffs Roscoe. He’s still wearing his fry apron, and exotic oil scents waft through the court.
“Prosecution requests remand, your honor,” says Sienna. “Defendant is a repeat offender who has put the lives of children at risk–”
“Y’all hypocrites,” snaps Roscoe. “Like anybody here ain’t going home to light up a frydaddy tonight!”
Glaring, Sienna clenches a grubby meal toy in her pocket and wills her stomach to silence.