"Thought you said this place stayed open during the riots in the sixties," Eliot said. "Got special dispensation or whatever." Eliot tossed the bug in the air and caught it again. "Guess now we know why."
He glanced over and saw one of the other cooks staring at him.
"Güero, who are you talking to?"
Eliot shot him a long, very serious look. "The onions. Who else?"
The cook decided not to ask any more questions, today.
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Date: 2015-02-26 04:33 am (UTC)He glanced over and saw one of the other cooks staring at him.
"Güero, who are you talking to?"
Eliot shot him a long, very serious look. "The onions. Who else?"
The cook decided not to ask any more questions, today.