There was a reason, she supposed, why she was the stoner and her sister was the genius. She caught onto what the younger girl was saying pretty quick, though genuinely she was surprised the brunette was helping her out, and especially at dinner with their parents. Rath had been shooting her useless but appreciated looks of sympathy, but other than that she had sort of been twisting in the wind.
"Yeah, t-they're actually.. uhm, like, really good. I love them," she quickly agreed, going rigid with her napkin in hand as Madeline questioned them. When she seemed satisfied with their answers, the redhead made to cough, disposing as much potato as she could and quickly tucking the now disgusting napkin beside her plate. "I'm getting pretty f-full though," she went on, eying her father in particular.
"You don't eat enough," he gruffly replied from beside his wife, not really looking up from his own meal. "Either of you, your brother is the only one with any meat on his bones!"
Tatum glanced at Rath, considered mentioning that they usually ate the exact same munchies, but decided against it. She ate plenty, just not in front of them. It was hard to explain. "Sorry," she offered weakly instead, picking up some coined carrots with her fork and managing to chew it up convincingly before coughing into the napkin again.