"You could ask your brother," Tugger suggested with idle interest, while Joaquin had gotten up and quickly produced a glass of water that he offered Miguel, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Just try not to burn yourself." He patted Miguel's shoulder reassuringly, wondering if there was any hope for him. Probably not. It was good that he usually turned out to be absurdly lucky. "So... How did it taste?"
"You should have some, Joaquin. Or would that get you in trouble with the boyfriend?"
"Shut up, Tugger," Joaquin told him kindly. But yes, it likely would.
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"Just try not to burn yourself." He patted Miguel's shoulder reassuringly, wondering if there was any hope for him. Probably not. It was good that he usually turned out to be absurdly lucky. "So... How did it taste?"
"You should have some, Joaquin. Or would that get you in trouble with the boyfriend?"
"Shut up, Tugger," Joaquin told him kindly. But yes, it likely would.