“So…onions and peppers?”
“For the salsa” aunt Sofie says before gesturing at Madelyn. “Maddie is going to start on the tomatoes, we’ll and then we’ll work on the beans afterward. Mira’s always been a big fan of southwest flavors, so we’re going to have fajitas and some side dishes. Of course, there’s no tortilla big enough for you Max, but we can cover you in some mole, Mira will love that.”
“Ewww, Mira’s going to digest Max with a bunch of Mexican food? I guess there’s no dignity for you, Maxie, even in death.” Maddie says, laughing as she starts filling a large steel pot with tomatoes, teasing you over her shoulder.
“That’s not true! Maxie, you’re doing wonderful, and showing much more dignity and maturity than most men do when they find out they’re about to be eaten.” Aunt Hannah says, frowning at her daughter Maddie, still laughing at the counter behind Sofie. “When Martin found out his sister was going to eat him, I actually had to use my handcuffs to restrain him. He hollered more than some of the criminals I’ve had. You’d think we were going to torture him or something instead of throwing a party for his sister.”
“Yeah, he didn’t let up once I started digesting him, either. He made me so gassy I thought ‘Manda was going to puke.”
“That girl… anyway Max, Martin lived his whole life with a vorish older sister, so it was always obvious how that would end. He had his whole life to get used to the idea, and he wasn’t showing half as much composure as you, and you only found out you were going down the gullet last night.”
“I’m not saying Max is doing a bad job. I’m just saying whoever I eat tonight is going to come out in an absolute mudslide in the morning. Every time I eat Mexican…”
“Doesn’t matter where they come from, any guy I eat with beans and salsa…” aunt Sofie jokes, getting groans from both her sister and niece. Even you can’t help but roll your eyes at that one.
“Shit is just shit. It doesn’t matter.” Aunt Hannah says, following with “Whatever Mira does with Max once he’s in her belly, the waste she leaves behind is just trash. The important part is whatever Max leaves behind as part of Mira.”
“That’s right,” aunt Sofie chimes in, “and Mira is really hoping you add to her breasts Max, so try to think busty thoughts.”
