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[latomatetas]

Unaware that she's been taken from her home in Barcelona, Spain's cooking up a batch of her famous churros, piping hot and fresh from the fryer. The chocolate is warming up in a waterbath, and the cinnamon-sugar mix is waiting to coat the delicious treats

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[finta_femmina]

Big Sister Spain~! Those smell really yummy! Are they done?

[latomatetas]

Ah, Venezia. They're almost done.

Have you washed your hands?

[finta_femmina]

Si~! They're nice and clean! [Holds his hands up to show her their cleanliness.]

[latomatetas]

Bien, bien.

[ Points to the churros that have yet to be coated with the cinnamon-sugar mix. ]

But before you eat them, you should help me roll the uncoated ones in the mix there.

Why Santiago and not Carriedo?

[rojo_clavel]

... ¿Que?

Because Saint James is the patron saint for Spain.

[latomatetas]

[ Humming a little tune, so she isn't aware of her double in the kitchen. ]

Ahhh okay

[rojo_clavel]

Hola, do you need some help?

Yep. Also, Carmen Santiago. Connect the dots.

[latomatetas]

Ah, sí, gracias-

[ Blinks. Oh. Blinks. ]

[grrrmany]

[Doesn't usually come inside for anything, but. . .smells delicious food. Time to investigate.]

[The back door to the kitchen creaks open a bit as he stares in trying to discern the safety here.]

[Then he sits somewhere off to the side, like a dog, staring up at you, waiting for you to feed him.

[latomatetas]

[ Hears the door opening, turning slightly. ]

Aah?

[ Staring at that... Man-dog-person by the door. He seems harmless enough. ]

Are you hungry, chico?

[grrrmany]

[Creeps his way into the kitchen. Just don't call him a dog out loud. Not that he'll get much less harmless-seeming.]

Ah. . .ja. Just a bit. Wh-what are you cooking?

[latomatetas]

[ Smiles, making sure that the oil on her pan won't splatter before she holds her hand out at him. If he's part dog, he should respond like one, sí? ]

I'm cooking churros. It's not meat, but it's delicious.