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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.

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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.”

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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.

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Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”

Yondu smirks and whistles making the arrow fly then makes a slightly different whistleand the arrow is covered in flames.

“Ooh!” Edwardo exclaimed in awe. “Amazing! Can you dice the onion?” He removed a half-onion from a cellophane wrap and put it down on the cutting board for Yondu.

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Yondu hums a bit as they cook and eat beasie worms. He turns looking at carlos and smiles.

Carlos caught Yondu’s eye and smiled back. “Hey, you,” he said quietly.

Smiles back. “You know I’ve been waiting for my welcome back hug or kiss. Still haven’t gotten one. Should I be offended?” Teases.

Carlos thought that was a bit forward. But then he realized that Yondu was probably teasing. “I dunno… it’s up to you if you want to be offended.”

Yondu laughs and rolls his ruby eyes. “Watch it cutie. I might just get offended and do something to rectify it.” Smirks.

“Oh no – Lord help me,” Carlos chuckled.

“How’s it coming, Yondu?” Edwardo asked suddenly. “Is the salad thoroughly tossed?”

Yondu nods and sets the tossed salad to the side before going over to carlos and kissing him deep then goes back to helping chop vegtables for another dish Eduardo was cooking.

Carlos yiped when he was grabbed and he clutched onto Yondu’s sleeve as he was kissed. When he was let go Carlos just sat there, dazed. Edwardo just smirked and chuckled lowly .

“Those are potatoes,” he told Yondu. “When you’ve cubed them, throw them in with the meat here.”

Yondu nods then smirks as he whistles and the potatoes are cubed with the arrow although not perfect squares but good enough. “Arrows clean little blast of radiation heat and it’s good and… no it’s not a bad radiation. Won’t hurt ya.”

“Oh, really?” Edwardo asked. “It’s not going to turn us into green rage monsters?” he chuckled. He picked up one of the bits of potato to look at it, not at all scared about possible radiation. “Oh, it’s warm… not cooked, but warm.”

“It moves too fast most of the times to cook,” Carlos said. “But he could make it hotter if he wanted to.”