I walked out of the little restaurant in time to see my kid standing at a bus stop awaiting a ride. I walked up behind them:
“Want an empanada?”
“Where did you come from? Really? What kind?”
“Chicken or mushroom.”
“Mushroom!”
They reached into the bag and plucked out a steaming hot treat. I walked off without saying another word. I bet the other riders at the stop had so many questions.