[Comes Miss Toni's reply, which makes Johnnie grin. He seeks out his lighter and cigarettes in his pockets, only to have his pack smacked out of his hand the moment he pulls it out.]
Not in here, chico. Tu mamá no te enseñó nada?
[He gives a hey of protest as he grabs those back up, and stuffs them back in his pockets. Fine, later, then.]
Don't bring my mama into this.
[But he's amused, not actually offended. Miss Toni turns to one of the big industrial refrigerators in the back of the kitchen and pulls the door open, but then points inside.]
Saque estos arroz y frijoles, boy, heat them up in the microwave.
[Well, he can see why he's being ordered around, the rice and beans are in big metal trays that she probably can't carry around easily. She must have help during the day. He shrugs and goes to help, getting food out and portioning it into smaller glass bowls for the microwave. Miss Toni, satisfied he can at least do that one simple thing, turns on the range next to Chrissy and gets a big iron griddle heating, then pulls a lump of rested dough from the fridge and retrieves a rolling pin and more flour, and Johnnie has to stop and watch as she masterfully starts turning that lump of dough into huge round buttered tortillas that puff up like magic on her griddle.
He's retrieving a bowl of garlicky black beans from the microwave to stir up when Johnnie notices Chrissy looking around again.]
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[Comes Miss Toni's reply, which makes Johnnie grin. He seeks out his lighter and cigarettes in his pockets, only to have his pack smacked out of his hand the moment he pulls it out.]
Not in here, chico. Tu mamá no te enseñó nada?
[He gives a hey of protest as he grabs those back up, and stuffs them back in his pockets. Fine, later, then.]
Don't bring my mama into this.
[But he's amused, not actually offended. Miss Toni turns to one of the big industrial refrigerators in the back of the kitchen and pulls the door open, but then points inside.]
Saque estos arroz y frijoles, boy, heat them up in the microwave.
[Well, he can see why he's being ordered around, the rice and beans are in big metal trays that she probably can't carry around easily. She must have help during the day. He shrugs and goes to help, getting food out and portioning it into smaller glass bowls for the microwave. Miss Toni, satisfied he can at least do that one simple thing, turns on the range next to Chrissy and gets a big iron griddle heating, then pulls a lump of rested dough from the fridge and retrieves a rolling pin and more flour, and Johnnie has to stop and watch as she masterfully starts turning that lump of dough into huge round buttered tortillas that puff up like magic on her griddle.
He's retrieving a bowl of garlicky black beans from the microwave to stir up when Johnnie notices Chrissy looking around again.]
You okay, babe?