You know, this would be a perfect time to crow about the fact Julieta's not only allowed a rat into her kitchen but is actively allowing him to help her cook. Perhaps if he just hadn't gone through the six millionth traumatic experience in his life, he would have seen fit to gently tease her about it. He might still let. Jury's out.

He sighs, taking an arepa as he slouches on his stool leaning back on the counter on his elbows.

"I definitely did not have be kidnapped and stuffed into a tree and have a demonic doppelganger made out of my life engery on my bingo card," he takes a bite- through a full mouth. "Which, hey, that's on me. But still, rude!"