I smirk a little, turning back to my work, turning the churros over as they turn a nice golden brown. “Do you have any chocolate in your room, Frankie?” I ask, knowing the answer already.
“Of course I do.”
“Go and get it – I’ll make a dipping sauce.”
He hesitates for a second, but I laugh and give him a little kick on the calf. “Learn how to share,” I tease, grinning at him. “We don’t need all of what is sure to be your entire stash.”
“Fine,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me. “But I give you this boon once, in the name of churros. Otherwise, get your own chocolate.”
I laugh to myself as Frankie hurries back to his room.
“Plate?” I say, gesturing for Christian to come close. He does as asked, bringing forward the little paper-towel covered plate that I prepared. He holds it out as I
