Yeah, because white men are the worst things to ever exist.

[She grumbles beneath her breath, only to realize a second later how ridiculous it is for her to be saying that. She blushes and ducks her head, but tries to just shrug it off as Cruz laughs at her.]

What's a Los Cucu..Cucuys, anyway?

[That only makes Cruz laugh at her more, and she turns almost purple as she sits up in Johnnie's lap. She's tipsy and high enough she practically tumbles out of his lap and onto the floor in the process. She winds up half in the rocking chair with him, hanging onto his arm for dear life.]

Did your parents ever tell you stories when you were a child about a monster that would come get you if you didn't behave?

[He's clearly amused, and Chrissy nods as she tries to pull herself back up into the chair.]

Uh-huh. God.

[She probably wouldn't have been so forthcoming with that answer if she wasn't high as a kite, but Cruz barks with laughter.]

Not exactly like that, little lady. More like something that goes bump in the night. A boogeyman.