Kalin laughs softly, “It is. La comida de mi mamá es—“ He kisses his fingertips and lifts it to his mother’s direction.
Casandra laughs, Aye, boy, Sé agradecida puse eso en tu plato.”
Kalin nods, “Sí, lo soy.”
Amaria rolls her eyes, and starts putting food onto the boys’s plates, speaking to them quietly in Spanish.
Javin kicks back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head, “I’m surprised there aren’t many of use tonight.”