Newt gratefully accepted the conchas, and smiled warmly at the man. “Thank you.” He said, and began to nibble on it as well. “These are incredible, Edwardo.” He complimented.
“Thank you very much, Newt,” Edwardo said with a beaming grin. “If you want some more to take with you, you let me know, alright?”
“He’s getting to the Abuelito stage of his life,” Carlos whispered to Newt with a slight smirk. “He’s going to make sure you have more than enough food to eat while you’re here and when you go.”
Newt smiled gratefully at the offer, and took another bite. He tilted his head at the comment, and smiled. “Abuelito?” He asked quietly. “What’s that?” He asked.
“It means ‘little old man’,” Carlos told him. “It happens to old Hispanic people who do nothing but cook all day.”
“I can hear you, Carlito,” Edwardo said suddenly with a teasing smile to his son. “I may be old, but not old enough for my hearing to go quite yet.”
Carlos just smiled innocently at his father.
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