Chrys stared into his basket and reached inside, gently shuffling things around to see if he had everything he needed. As far as he could tell, it was everything. "This? Oh, I've stayed at my friend's house for a month because of school. Tonight I'm going to head to my uncle's house, since he's coming back from Australia. So, before I go I thought I might make them dinner for them letting me stay. Salad rolls with peanut sauce, and for dessert... rice pudding with banana<i> flambé,</i>" he said. He made eye contact with Niegel as he spoke, politely curious in what he had to say. "Even if you're a bad cook, would you like the recipe? There's no cooking involved. Just some chopping up and mixing to make sauce. Or if you want, you can put all of the sauce ingredients in the blender to make it. It's not hard at all."<br/><br/>As Niegel spoke about his father, Chrys couldn't help but reach up and scratch his head nervously.<i>The least I want to do right now is talk about my dad, </i>he thought.<i>I love how I haven't seen the asshole in a month and he keeps making cameo appearances in my life. Not that it's Mr. Reyes' fault... he wouldn't know that we're having troubles. Dad is the type of person to hide shit. Just like all of his affairs... </i>"... Yeah. My dad never cooked at home. Well, he tried... but heating up a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli isn't really cooking, is it? He didn't even do it right. He put the can in a pot of boiling water and opened it up with our can opener, then started spooning the ravioli into his mouth with a butterknife. I hope that he was doing it as a joke, but at the same time my dad's a born idiot."<br/><br/>The comment Niegel made about his mother being a lucky lady for having Ronald Collins as a husband ticked him off.<i>Oh yeah, my mom is real lucky for being cheated on by my womanizer father. She was busy trying to teach me to be a decent human being while my dad was off making more human beings. If anything, my dad is lucky that Mom wants to work through it... last time she called she was asking me to come home so we could talk about it. It makes me mad even thinking about my dad's fucking face. I wish he died overseas, so that Mom wouldn't have to know about the fucking affairs. </i>"Ha ha," Chrys dryly laughed. "Yeah, I think you got that reversed. My dad's lucky to have my mom around. I mean, going off to war so much? I'm surprised I'm even alive, much less alive with one sibling and another on the way."<i>Yeah, dad. How many times did you fuck Mom over without her even knowing about it? Are there Ronald juniors out there that I don't know about?</i><br/><br/>"I think he's still home, yeah. But I bet he might serve overseas again," Chrys answered.<i>Because he's a coward. I bet he'll run away from this. </i>"You're right about that. My dad's a workaholic. Wasn't even around when I was coming out of my mom. Busy... overseas. My mom got to name me all by herself, since he wasn't here. Only reason he has to leave work now is when a child is being born. He doesn't want another Chrys." His phone vibrated, and he pulled it out of his left jean pocket. "Ah, sorry, someone just texted me."<br/><br/><i>Ryan: ware u?<br/>
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Chrys: The grocery store.<br/>
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Ryan: dude <br/>
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Chrys: What?<br/>
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Ryan: werent we going to work on the bike in the garage now???<br/>
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Chrys: I forgot LOL<br/>
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Chrys: Pick me up from the store. I bought stuff to make you guys dinner. <br/>
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Ryan: mk mrs. collins<br/>
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Ryan: im here<br/>
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Chrys: What? You literally just texted me.<br/>
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Ryan: i was at terry's</i><br/><br/>Chrys tucked his phone back in his pocket, looking up at Niegel. "It was really nice talking to you, but I gotta go now. My friend's here to pick me up, and I don't wanna keep him waiting for long. I highly recommend the bananas," Chrys bubbled, pointing at the bananas. "They're. Perfect. See you at the next dinner, Mr. Reyes." He turned on his feet, beginning his walk over to the cash registers to pay for his groceries.