"..."
August: You ok? You're being awfully quiet...
"Mhm...I'm fine.."
August: Ok...
He hands Kat a large mug of black coffee and starts rummaging through the fridge
August: Damn...this thing is surprisingly well stocked...
He sipped his coffee, leaning on the kitchen counter
August: Hm-you know what? I think I'm gonna treat you...
"Yeah...?"
August: Yep! Oh damn...I haven't made these in forever...
"...what're you making..?"
August: Tamales...my grandma's old recipe...brings back good memories, y'know?
