<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Present: Armando &amp; Marcia <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b-jpg.133280/" title="91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b.jpg">
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</div>"I will be careful," Rebel assured them both. "I'll play the obedient guard, with just enough good ideas to keep myself close to them and listen." He understood another unspoken piece of advice; don't go against Ray Jr. or anything that Hale might suggest that would put him at the wrong side of their barrels, or he might find himself worse than exiled. He was a newcomer to this. If Hale would set aside Armando, a man who had proven his loyalty over years of service, how quickly could Rebel find himself expendable?<br/><br/>He was glad to hear Marcia agreeing with his suggestion. When she asked about their food, though, he blushed. "Uhm…" it wasn't because he didn't want to eat. He gave Armando a quick glance. How could he say that he was waiting for them to go first? Thankfully Armando got to it first.<br/><br/>"Oh, please," he found the idea of asking for a blessing before they ate quite nostalgic. When they held hands instead of folding them before them, he smiled and accepted. It felt good to be in a circle like this, and though the words were mostly foreign, he picked up on enough to understand that there were some things that did not need translation. "Amen," he repeated, crossing himself before picking up his fork and giving Marcia and appreciative smile.<br/><br/>The meal was amazing. He found himself making an unconscious sound of approval at the first bite. "What is this called?" he asked after the third bite. It was delicious; her use of seasonings and the complex textures, the warm egg yolk, all blended together to make the savoriest thing he had eaten in years. Between that and the coffee he felt like he was feasting like a king.<br/><br/>He cast a sideways glance at Armando. He couldn't blame the man for not taking a wife; his sister's cooking would be hard to beat. Turning to Marcia, he thought to finally ask. "Marcia, tell me about your children," he prompted. "Were any of them old enough to be playing baseball yesterday?"