“Anything is fine by me, but we should get you some proper meals Carlos.” Cecil responded.
Carlos just shrugged slightly. “Well, I usually just eat enough to function. But I know you’re not used to that… Like I said, it’s a habit I developed from college.”
“That doesn’t make it very healthy,” he said. Perhaps he had been spending too much time with his Niece or Old Woman Josie, in Carlos’s absence but he felt the need to make sure he was keeping a good diet.
Carlos chuckled. “No, probably not,” he admitted. “I guess you can start thinking about what else we could make. Wheat’s legal here, so our options are wider than usual.”
Cecil tried to come up with some food ideas that would be fairly simple to make. He adds chickpeas, some assorted vegetables, and a few.other things.
The drive to the store was longer than it would have been back home, but Carlos didn’t mind in the slightest. He was pretty happy to have Cecil with him.
Once at the store Carlos parked without incident – very different from Night Vale. It was kind of refreshing, if he were honest.
Cecil held Carlos’s hand as they walked into the store so they could get their snacks and a few meal things that would not be hard to repair and didn’t need to be refrigerated .
Carlos picked out the hot dogs and buns as well as a few condiments that he liked. Dill relish was one of his favorites.
“You know, the best part about hot dogs is that we can just stick them and then roast them over a fire. Not much cooking skill required other than ‘put the fire out’.”
“Sounds nice and easy to me,” Cecil said, picking up the rest of the items on his list. It wasn’t hard as truthfully there wasn’t that much on the list.
“Awesome,” Carlos said with a grin. “How are we doing? Do we have everything? Ooh, the party mix chocolate is on sale…”
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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.
Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.
When
Cecil received his text, a small smile formed onto his face. He debated
his next text but he really needed to know for the show tonight.
‘Could I ask a question? It’s for tonight -Cecil’
Ugh. Carlos really wasn’t in the mood for a chat. But that wasn’t Cecil’s fault.
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