“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.
“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”
“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.
Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.
“Knock knock~”
“Papa! Hi!”
Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.
“Angie! It’s good to see you!”
He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.
