[Fucking unnerving, all this, but there's nothing he can do about that. He really does his best to look around, but it's his other senses that seem better at detecting the problem - but not identifying it, and sure as hell they're not doing much when it comes to fixing it, either.
So he heads back inside, then, glancing over his shoulder as he goes, and squeezes through the gap in the door like he might let something in with him if he's not careful. He shuts it tight behind him, but stays there like him leaning against the door will keep whatever's out there away from them.]
Nothin' I could see, but there's something out there.
[Miss Toni takes over where he was, and assembles rice and beans onto plates, then deftly slices an avocado. She finally nudges Chrissy aside as she brings their makeshift dinners over, and spoons some of that richly-spiced red chile sauce over the food, then tops both plates off with lime and crema and sliced avocado. They get silverware, napkins, and a plate between them stacked with those big soft tortillas, still steaming, and once that's all set out for them to take to their table of choice, she finally switches the heat off on the big pot of sauce and covers it.]
There. Now eat. Whatever you two are on the run from, you'll need your energy. You, put that away.
[She says to Johnnie sternly, pointing at the gun. And reluctantly, he obliges. Maybe her intense abuelita energy will keep the fucking monsters at bay. Honestly, he'd believe it possible with how she completely takes command of her little space.
He takes a plate as well as the platter of tortillas to a table right near that counter, from where they can watch the windows and also bolt to that door if they have to. It's painful, really - even this quick meal mostly out of the things she has either prepped or leftover smells and looks outstanding, and he wants to be able to enjoy it without worrying about the things that lurk in the dark. But once he's satisfied that it's safe to look away from the windows for a moment, he tears off a chunk of tortilla and uses it as a spoon to shovel beans and sauce into his mouth.]
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So he heads back inside, then, glancing over his shoulder as he goes, and squeezes through the gap in the door like he might let something in with him if he's not careful. He shuts it tight behind him, but stays there like him leaning against the door will keep whatever's out there away from them.]
Nothin' I could see, but there's something out there.
[Miss Toni takes over where he was, and assembles rice and beans onto plates, then deftly slices an avocado. She finally nudges Chrissy aside as she brings their makeshift dinners over, and spoons some of that richly-spiced red chile sauce over the food, then tops both plates off with lime and crema and sliced avocado. They get silverware, napkins, and a plate between them stacked with those big soft tortillas, still steaming, and once that's all set out for them to take to their table of choice, she finally switches the heat off on the big pot of sauce and covers it.]
There. Now eat. Whatever you two are on the run from, you'll need your energy. You, put that away.
[She says to Johnnie sternly, pointing at the gun. And reluctantly, he obliges. Maybe her intense abuelita energy will keep the fucking monsters at bay. Honestly, he'd believe it possible with how she completely takes command of her little space.
He takes a plate as well as the platter of tortillas to a table right near that counter, from where they can watch the windows and also bolt to that door if they have to. It's painful, really - even this quick meal mostly out of the things she has either prepped or leftover smells and looks outstanding, and he wants to be able to enjoy it without worrying about the things that lurk in the dark. But once he's satisfied that it's safe to look away from the windows for a moment, he tears off a chunk of tortilla and uses it as a spoon to shovel beans and sauce into his mouth.]
Mmmmph.
[That's heaven, right there.]