Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“It
is.” Newt nodded, and looked over as they were approached for their
order. He ordered for the both of them, but let Carlos pick his drink
while he ordered himself a tea. He settled against the chair as they
waited, looking down at his case and smiling softly as it rattled.
Carlos got some pumpkin juice to go with his meal and let the menu in his hands fly away back to where it was needed.
He heard the rattling, but initially Carlos didn’t understand where it was coming from. He looked down to see if Newt was tapping his foot when he noticed the case.
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.”
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 had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“Muggles.” He corrected, chuckling quietly. “And the bangers are good.” He added. “Chips are…” He paused, trying to think of how to explain them. “They’re like chopped up potato that we fry up, so they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.” He explained.
Carlos tried to imagine it as Newt explained it. “Okay… well, there’s not much that can go wrong with potatoes. Those sound good too.” Carlos looked at the menu again. “Okay – Guinness stew. Does it have actual Guinness in it?”
Newt smiled, and nodded a little. “It does. I’ve never had it, but my brother quite enjoys it.” He said, looking over the menu. “I’m likely going to have the fish and chips. They don’t have that in America, I’ve quite missed it.” He said.
Carlos nodded as he looked over the options. “I think the Bangers and Mash is good… Mash is more potatoes, right?”
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