She stared at the pile of clothes littering the floor. Picking up one shirt, she stared incredulously at the myriad stains upon it. One in particular caught her eye. A reddish brown color, she sniffed. Paprika.
What on earth were they using paprika for? More importantly, how had it ended up on this garment? How did they expect her to get it cleaned before tomorrow's scenes?
Grabbing the box she scanned it looking for, "Ah, here we go," She tapped the spot excitedly.
Pouring a generous amount into the water, she dropped the shirt letting Tide do its work. Humming to herself, she left the set.