Jorge
Reina smiled at Alba, looking up to her. She appreciated the headpats. She would keep her words in mind, and soon speak at the mention and sight of the sweet treats she had with her. Her eye practically sparkled as she spoke.
"Oh? Y-Yeah! Thank you, Mrs. Alba! Although... What's an Alma Mia?"She asked, most likely pronouncing it wrong, but she tried. 
She would politely hold her hands out towards Alba, as to receive the nut of the do variety.
Mismagius and the rest of the ghostly team would pretty much do the same- Except Tropius, who has decided to take a nap.
Lucille
"It's Spanish," The woman clarified between nibbles of her sugary treat. She took her time expressing herself, for her voice took a passive flow to it. The unhurried gentility of her voice came from her desire to educate the young lady in her company. "It means My Soul," Gentility coated the words that she'd loving murmured. "Everyone I met becomes a part of me, a part of my soul. I feel what they feel and, in turn," She drew a hand over her chest, taking an appropriately dramatic breath, "I can understand them and the world better." Alba's mind existed in a constant state of empathy that allowed her to understand herself better in the process. Ironically, by tangling herself within the lives of others, she unraveled the core of her own life.
Jorge
"???...B-But... Wouldn't that be something you'd say to your lover?"Reina would ask, confused, but still a positive feeling. She heard her, her eyes now sparkling in an amazement."W-Woah... So... You can understand me, Mrs. Alba?"She asked in a curious tone, tilting her head while looking to her. Alba would inspire her to thrive for something more, seeing her as someone truly wise, yet kind, asking for nothing in return.
"...S-So... Does that mean you are my soul, too?"She asked her, now just twiddling with her fingers.
Lucille
Alba pondered the question, for it had been many moons since she had experienced the type of love that Reina had escribed the words, Alma Mia. "So long as there is love within your heart, you may use those words." Alba appreciated the curious enthusiasm that permeated the air. It filled her with a warmth that gave breath to her words. "My heart tries to understand everyone, young Reina," Alba crouched to be on the same level as her would-be student. One hand rested above her knee, snuggly held by the soft fabric of her dress. The other placed a gentle finger over Reina's heart, "Though we may come from different places, we share the same sky. The air that flows through you is the very same that courses through me. I believe all souls connect through that which we share. You and everyone else are as much of a part of my soul as the very nature that surrounds us." With her words concluded, Alba stood upright. Her chest rose, for it breathed the universe into the chamber that was her body. However, the wisdom employed by the kind woman quickly faded as she took a comically large bite off of a donut. Muted sounds of delighted satisfaction muttered through the air.
Jorge
Reina's eye were practically wide in amazement, looking to her would-be teacher in appreciation for her gentle beauty. She long striven for something as such, so that she would be able to make friends with other kids. "...I-I'll try my best to always remember that, Mrs. Alba! Th-Thank you!"She decided to say. She would soon hold her hands out again, wanting a donut. She could just take one, but she didn't want to be rude about it.