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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

Newt
chuckled quietly, and nodded. “I figured you would like it.” He said
quietly. “Do you not have chips in America?” He asked curiously.

Carlos shook his head. “No. But my dad will sometimes dice potatoes and cook them in a pan with a little oil. He likes to add a little garlic along with the salt. They’re not as crispy as these are though. These are delightful – and dry enough to eat with your hands.”

Newt smiled, and nodded, beginning to nibble more on his chips. “How could you live without chips there?” He asked jokingly.

Carlos smiled slightly. “Well, My dad’s a pretty good cook, so we manage alright. But I think you already know that.” He winked at Newt teasingly.

“Your dad is an amazing cook.” He agreed happily, nodding. “I’ve been missing that pastry, actually.” He said with a chuckle. “I forgot to get that recipe.”

Carlos nodded. “I’d owl him for you, but it’d take the entirety of my trip,” Carlos said regretfully. “Maybe I can owl it to you later.”

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

Newt
chuckled quietly, and nodded. “I figured you would like it.” He said
quietly. “Do you not have chips in America?” He asked curiously.

Carlos shook his head. “No. But my dad will sometimes dice potatoes and cook them in a pan with a little oil. He likes to add a little garlic along with the salt. They’re not as crispy as these are though. These are delightful – and dry enough to eat with your hands.”

Newt smiled, and nodded, beginning to nibble more on his chips. “How could you live without chips there?” He asked jokingly.

Carlos smiled slightly. “Well, My dad’s a pretty good cook, so we manage alright. But I think you already know that.” He winked at Newt teasingly.

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

Newt
chuckled quietly, and nodded. “I figured you would like it.” He said
quietly. “Do you not have chips in America?” He asked curiously.

Carlos shook his head. “No. But my dad will sometimes dice potatoes and cook them in a pan with a little oil. He likes to add a little garlic along with the salt. They’re not as crispy as these are though. These are delightful – and dry enough to eat with your hands.”

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

Newt contently began to eat, enjoying his first taste of home in a long while. After a short while, he offered Carlos one of the chips. “Would you like to try one?” He asked.

Carlos looked up curiously. “Oh!” he said before he swallowed the food in his mouth. “Um, you sure?”

“Of course! You’ve never had them before, right? It’ll be a day of firsts.” He said with a smile.

Carlos smiled at him and reached to take it. “Thanks,” he said, and he put the chip in his mouth.

As Carlos chewed he hummed appreciatively. The potato was crispy, but like Newt said it was soft on the inside. And the salt just gave it a nice touch. Carlos hummed again, smiling at Newt.

“I think I’ll be getting this next time I eat,” he said truthfully. Not because it was better than the other dish, but because he wanted to give it a proper try with the fish for a meal.

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

Newt contently began to eat, enjoying his first taste of home in a long while. After a short while, he offered Carlos one of the chips. “Would you like to try one?” He asked.

Carlos looked up curiously. “Oh!” he said before he swallowed the food in his mouth. “Um, you sure?”

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☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder

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?

“Of course – I don’t mind at all.” Newt replied, shaking his head.

Carlos couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Wow… thanks Newt. I can’t wait to see them.”

Newt smiled warmly, though he glanced up as their food floated over to them.

Carlos looked over his shoulder where Newt was looking and grinned again. “Oh good… the grub’s here!”

Newt nodded, smiling happily at the sight of the fish and chips. “Hopefully you enjoy it.” He said to him.

“Thank you,” Carlos returned. He picked up his napkin and set it down in his lap. He took a knife and fork and began to try out the sausage. He Took a bite and chewed, maybe a bit louder than strictly preferred, as he contemplated the taste. It wasn’t as hot or spicy as some of the pork foods his dad cooked – it was salty and almost sweet. But that didn’t mean it was bad. Yeah, he liked it pretty well.