After he got stitched up and made a large cash donation to the clinic, it was time to get food. Marcelo let Stephanie drive since he was still a little loopy from the pain meds. The whole not operating heavy machinery sounded real good, so he knew he was not supposed to drive. They picked up Ethopian food and headed home.

"Querida, I have something to ask you when we get home," Marcelo said without preamble a couple blocks from their building. Even if he could put the pair of them in a silence bubble, someone could be out there reading lips. With what he had planned a little paranoia was called for. "And I promise it's not about taking the last cookie. Though maybe we should order some ice cream donut sandwiches to be delivered..."