AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
"A gourd of culture, I see," Aurelia jokes in return of his eating habits.
Melita says she doesn't think it's a food and Aurelia's head tilts skeptically to one side, unconvinced. At the mention of Nate calling them empanadas too, she can't help but to laugh suddenly and loudly and without cease. "I- I think you mean-" she snorts, unable to help that her laughter is muffling her words, "encantados!"
"I'm very lucky, it's true," Aurelia agrees and eases back, though her smile is still broad, filled with joyful humor. She considers Melita's words. That she remembers threats. It seems like such a dark sentiment. Obviously she must counter it with something light! And so she says something that turns out, too, to be genuine without truly thinking about it, "Well, I always remember my friends. So now you know someone out there will remember you, huh? Consider that a threat."
Melita says she doesn't think it's a food and Aurelia's head tilts skeptically to one side, unconvinced. At the mention of Nate calling them empanadas too, she can't help but to laugh suddenly and loudly and without cease. "I- I think you mean-" she snorts, unable to help that her laughter is muffling her words, "encantados!"
"I'm very lucky, it's true," Aurelia agrees and eases back, though her smile is still broad, filled with joyful humor. She considers Melita's words. That she remembers threats. It seems like such a dark sentiment. Obviously she must counter it with something light! And so she says something that turns out, too, to be genuine without truly thinking about it, "Well, I always remember my friends. So now you know someone out there will remember you, huh? Consider that a threat."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
