[The woman, most likely Miss Toni herself, looks up at the two of them, a large spoon in one hand, and frowns.]
No. Come back tomorrow.
[Which Johnnie disregards completely as he pokes his head in over hers and just about cries at that smell. Good, home cooked food, full of garlic and chilies and oh, shit he's probably drooling.
Well, he takes stock of his current small and elderly audience and makes one quick decision.]
Si pero mañana la migra estará abierto y necesito ponerme en movimiento, me entiendes? Podemos pagar bien, y el olor de la comida esta bíen como el de mi mamá.
[He puts on his best puppy dog eyes, and he can see the mental calculus going on, meanwhile. His plea, her grandmotherly eyes, soft despite her insistence that they're closed, and meanwhile she's probably wondering why he is traveling with a white girl who clearly is from this side of the border judging by how she talks.
But enough of it seems to click where she shakes her head and gives a huff of a sigh as she waves them inside, then shuts the door again and goes back to stirring the large pot of simmering sauce in the back of the kitchen. Probably prepping for tomorrow's service, he can only figure.
But the kitchen is fully visible from the dining room here, separated only by a long tile-covered counter, so he goes to lean on that rather than sit at a table, and rests his elbows on the surface as he watches.]
Esperarán allí y obtendrán lo que obtengan. No tengo tiempo para hacer nada especial para ustedes. Uno de ustedes, venga remover esto.
[She looks over at the both of them and Johnnie laughs, then gives Chrissy a nudge.]
You wanna go help stir that so she can get somethin' together for us?
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No. Come back tomorrow.
[Which Johnnie disregards completely as he pokes his head in over hers and just about cries at that smell. Good, home cooked food, full of garlic and chilies and oh, shit he's probably drooling.
Well, he takes stock of his current small and elderly audience and makes one quick decision.]
Si pero mañana la migra estará abierto y necesito ponerme en movimiento, me entiendes? Podemos pagar bien, y el olor de la comida esta bíen como el de mi mamá.
[He puts on his best puppy dog eyes, and he can see the mental calculus going on, meanwhile. His plea, her grandmotherly eyes, soft despite her insistence that they're closed, and meanwhile she's probably wondering why he is traveling with a white girl who clearly is from this side of the border judging by how she talks.
But enough of it seems to click where she shakes her head and gives a huff of a sigh as she waves them inside, then shuts the door again and goes back to stirring the large pot of simmering sauce in the back of the kitchen. Probably prepping for tomorrow's service, he can only figure.
But the kitchen is fully visible from the dining room here, separated only by a long tile-covered counter, so he goes to lean on that rather than sit at a table, and rests his elbows on the surface as he watches.]
Esperarán allí y obtendrán lo que obtengan. No tengo tiempo para hacer nada especial para ustedes. Uno de ustedes, venga remover esto.
[She looks over at the both of them and Johnnie laughs, then gives Chrissy a nudge.]
You wanna go help stir that so she can get somethin' together for us?