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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.”

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Newt smiled, and nodded a little as well. “Thank you.” He said again. “I really appreciate this.”

“Of course, Newt,” Mr Ramon told him with a smile. He looked down at his desert and gently tore off a piece from the pastry. “We appreciate you being here. Carlos doesn’t have very many wizard friends, you know.”

Newt contently continued to nibble on his own pastry, and he smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Ramon.” He replied both politely and honestly. 

Carlos’ father just smiled at him. “You can call me Edwardo if you’d
like.” He chuckled. “Are all young British wizards so polite, or is it just
you?”

Mikey snorted softly. “Pops, you’re going all ‘wistful old man’ on us.”

Newt smiled shyly, and looked down for a moment. “Just well brought up, I suppose.” He responded, finishing up his pastry. 

“Oh, that’s very nice!” Mr Ramon told him.

Carlos wondered about Newt’s parents. Did they know that he talked to No-Majs, even though it was against the law? Were they a looser family, in regards to the law, or were they strict?

“Would you like another conchas Newt?” Carlos offered politely.

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Newt smiled, and nodded a little as well. “Thank you.” He said again. “I really appreciate this.”

“Of course, Newt,” Mr Ramon told him with a smile. He looked down at his desert and gently tore off a piece from the pastry. “We appreciate you being here. Carlos doesn’t have very many wizard friends, you know.”

Newt contently continued to nibble on his own pastry, and he smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Ramon.” He replied both politely and honestly. 

Carlos’ father just smiled at him. “You can call me Edwardo if you’d
like.” He chuckled. “Are all young British wizards so polite, or is it just
you?”

Mikey snorted softly. “Pops, you’re going all ‘wistful old man’ on us.”

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Carlos blinked at him, but then his lips cracked into a wide grin. “O-okay. Swell. That would be great. Thank you, Newt. I’ll try not to get in the way.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He said with a smile, shaking his head. “You won’t get in the way, Carlos. Actually, it’ll probably help to have you there.”

Carlos nodded. “I hope so,” he said, still smiling. “When do you think you’ll be heading out, Newt?”

“I’m thinking tomorrow, hopefully. I can help you all repairing the house, but I must admit I’m pretty excited to see him.”

“I’m sure you are,” Carlos said with a grin.

“You’re welcome to stay here until you’re ready for the expedition,” Mr Ramon told Newt with a smile.

“Yeah,” Carlos said. “I’ll have my room set up and cleaned after dessert.”

Newt blinked in surprise at the offer, and looked between Carlos and his father. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother…”

Carlos just grinned at him. “Newt – you helped us save the house. You’re not a bother at all.”

“Besides – any hotel is at least an hour’s ride from here,” Mikey said. “We don’t have a Portkey or a Floo, and since you haven’t seen much of the area you probably couldn’t apparate there yourself without help.”

The man smiled shyly, and looked down. “Thank you.” He replied quietly, and bashfully looked up at the two of them. “You don’t need to worry about setting up for me, I can just spend the night in my case.” He reassured.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Carlos repeated. “We want to allow you some privacy in our home, after all.” Mikey and Mr Ramon each nodded in agreement.

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

Yondu just nods and motions to the door as he walks out and then goes back to helping fix dinner.

Peter blinks looking from Yondu to carlos knowing something happened.

Carlos didn’t feel good at all anymore. Despite his attempts at assuring Yondu, Carlos felt like he only hurt him. Not only that, but Yondu mentioned biology so now Carlos was worried for his health. There had to be someone in the galaxy who could help him figure it out… but Carlos hadn’t the slightest clue of where to start.

Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea… God, he didn’t even know anymore.

Kraglin looked to Peter. He himself wasn’t going to ask about what was going on between the adults in their lives, but if Peter was… Kraglin would be interested in what the younger terran would dig up.

Dinner went on without a hitch and now everyone was sitting around digesting. Yondu was dozing seeming to be in a pleased food coma as were the rest of his crew.

Carlos was helping his dad clean up without much word. Edwardo wanted to talk to Carlos and see what was bothering him, but with company over he didn’t feel like it would be right.

Mikey had a hand-held game to show Peter. “Hey, Petey – this is what kids your age play on Earth. It’s called a Switch.”

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“Hmmmm
might be fun for the boys. I think they will enjoy it. I know they will
try to hide one on the ship. I always find some critter at some point.
Thankfully all harmless…”

Carlos grinned. “A cow might not be a good idea. They’re farm animals, so they’re property – we don’t have any wild cows. And then, they’re a bit bigger than John Wayne is, so it’ll be tough to sneak one of them in.”

Edwardo just looked at Carlos. “I… I’d think that they’re more than ‘a bit’ bigger than John Wayne, Carlos…”

“The space whale, Dad,” Carlos explained. “Or… maybe Wayne’s just as big as a cow, or bigger now if he’s grown… I’m referencing the size he was I last saw him.”

Yondu grins and pulls out his pocket pad and hands it to carlos. “There’s your boy. A little bigger but still a wee baby. Oh how he was looking for you. I’d almost say you imprinted on him.”

Carlos took the tablet and looked. “Oh… he’s so big!” Carlos said. He tilted it toward his Dad, who wanted to look as well. “You were saying that he’d imprinted or something on me before, didn’t you?” Carlos then asked Yondu. “When we were discussing you coming over…”

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“Hmmmm
might be fun for the boys. I think they will enjoy it. I know they will
try to hide one on the ship. I always find some critter at some point.
Thankfully all harmless…”

Carlos grinned. “A cow might not be a good idea. They’re farm animals, so they’re property – we don’t have any wild cows. And then, they’re a bit bigger than John Wayne is, so it’ll be tough to sneak one of them in.”

Edwardo just looked at Carlos. “I… I’d think that they’re more than ‘a bit’ bigger than John Wayne, Carlos…”

“The space whale, Dad,” Carlos explained. “Or… maybe Wayne’s just as big as a cow, or bigger now if he’s grown… I’m referencing the size he was I last saw him.”

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Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

Chuckles. “Wow… What is it about your family carlos…. that makes me spill my whole past without and issues? I’m Never this lose lipped.”

“Probably the fact that we’re not connected to any big crime out in space besides you?” Carlos quipped. “We sell you out.” He grinned at Yondu.

Laughs and nods grinning a bit. “So Eduardo. … what do you call this dish?”

“We’re making tacos,” Edwardo said. “That salad i had you slice and toss will be a topping. THe potatoes and onions here, are going to give the meat some carbs and flavor. My boys love potatoes – it’s a really starchy root, I don’t know if you noticed. I’m going to add some more spices to the meat here…” He reached to the rack that had containers of so many spices – many well-used – and started to add a good amount of many of them. “This’ll make it a bit spicy – but we have cheese that can take some of the bite out of it if you or some of the others prefer.”

“Not Kraglin, though – he’s lactose-intolerant, apparently,” Carlos reminded him.

Edwardo nodded. “Yes… not Kraglin. He’ll just have to die.” He smirked, obviously joking. “Heh. But really, I picked up some goat cheese for him. We can shred that up and he can see if he likes it. It’s not the same as cow’s milk so he might be alright with it.”

“You give my boy milk you won’t be killing him… you’ll kill us because he’ll gas us out of existence. Hahaha!” He grins watching Eduardo cook. “Tacooos…. interesting. Tacooos. And… what’s a goat?”

“It’s another mammal that produces milk,” Edwardo told him. “But it’s much smaller – the animal, I mean. It’s milk has different enzymes in it so it shouldn’t hurt Kraglin when he eats it. Lactose intolerance is very common here on Earth.”

“Ahh I see….. we have things called literally space cowsif they had another name before no one remembers it. Space cows was just easier I guess. Thing is if you feed them anything but a special grass the barf up fire boulders… and they shoot it st you…”

“Maybe anything else in their habitat has an unnaturally high amount of minerals?” Carlos asked. “So they only eat grass?” He wasn’t sure – he hadn’t seen the space cows himself.

“I honestly have no idea. I just stay clear of them. The farmers have to keep them planet side. A whole planet was decimated once just because a small herd was taken to it and… yeah…. no one wants a repeat.”

“Understandable,” Carlos said with a nod.

Edwardo laughed. “Well, our version of cows aren’t so volatile. They’re just big, lumbering farm animals. Perhaps we can show you some sometime.”

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Yondu
sighs. “Used to have a fin….. would glow faintly when I’d use the
arrow…..I Well…… when I was a slave I was a experiment …. the cut off my
fin then started installing the implant into my brain. They didn’t care
that there other test subjects ended up with irreparable brain damage
or it got bad enough there brains exploded…. they wanted to see if they
could replicate the natural powers of the centaurians race….”

Edwardo looked to him with a frown. “Ah… I see. I’m sorry to hear about that, Yondu. It… sounds like a very painful experience.” He didn’t prompt Yondu for more, in case he didn’t want to talk about it.

Chuckles. “Wow… What is it about your family carlos…. that makes me spill my whole past without and issues? I’m Never this lose lipped.”

“Probably the fact that we’re not connected to any big crime out in space besides you?” Carlos quipped. “We sell you out.” He grinned at Yondu.

Laughs and nods grinning a bit. “So Eduardo. … what do you call this dish?”

“We’re making tacos,” Edwardo said. “That salad i had you slice and toss will be a topping. THe potatoes and onions here, are going to give the meat some carbs and flavor. My boys love potatoes – it’s a really starchy root, I don’t know if you noticed. I’m going to add some more spices to the meat here…” He reached to the rack that had containers of so many spices – many well-used – and started to add a good amount of many of them. “This’ll make it a bit spicy – but we have cheese that can take some of the bite out of it if you or some of the others prefer.”

“Not Kraglin, though – he’s lactose-intolerant, apparently,” Carlos reminded him.

Edwardo nodded. “Yes… not Kraglin. He’ll just have to die.” He smirked, obviously joking. “Heh. But really, I picked up some goat cheese for him. We can shred that up and he can see if he likes it. It’s not the same as cow’s milk so he might be alright with it.”

“You give my boy milk you won’t be killing him… you’ll kill us because he’ll gas us out of existence. Hahaha!” He grins watching Eduardo cook. “Tacooos…. interesting. Tacooos. And… what’s a goat?”

“It’s another mammal that produces milk,” Edwardo told him. “But it’s much smaller – the animal, I mean. It’s milk has different enzymes in it so it shouldn’t hurt Kraglin when he eats it. Lactose intolerance is very common here on Earth.”

“Ahh I see….. we have things called literally space cowsif they had another name before no one remembers it. Space cows was just easier I guess. Thing is if you feed them anything but a special grass the barf up fire boulders… and they shoot it st you…”

“Maybe anything else in their habitat has an unnaturally high amount of minerals?” Carlos asked. “So they only eat grass?” He wasn’t sure – he hadn’t seen the space cows himself.