strangetrip | [GP] Food for the soul

Carlos hated being back at the hotel. He had begun by trying to access the Nevernever but that had totally failed, then caught up with Buffy to go and visit both London and Edinburgh, for varying reasons, and the rest of the time he had headed to Spain - he may have been well travelled, but rarely got time to be a tourist - but his time relaxing and finding out about Spain had been unceremoniously cut short when he woke up and found himself back at the hotel. For a few moments he lay there, utterly fed up, and just feeling incredibly homesick.

That only lasted a few minutes; after that he was a man on a mission.

He hunted out Caroline, and had a long chat with her. Plans were set. Time to cook up a storm. They'd missed 4th July, this could serve as a belated celebration, as well as a 'things ain't all bad here' event. Posters went up throughout the hotel, giving notice of a cook out. Everyone was encouraged to attend. What could be bad about this?

Grills were set up outside to cook up as much meat as they could hold; non-meat options were there as well for variety; salads prepared... a vast array of food to try and cheer up anyone who needed it. Carlos took his place at the grills, brandishing tools, turning the meat over just at the right point.

All that was needed now was people to attend.

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She listened to him, surprised a little that Miguel thought singing in front of people was scary. Liz thought the same way. Just singing to Miguel was hard, even though they were friends and she knew he'd be accepting of whatever she produced. When she had done it at the restaurant in front of more people at the inn, Liz thought she was going to die.

"Did you want to stay in the Land of the Dead?" A sentence that sounded strange to say out loud.

"A little." Miguel confessed. "Not forever", he rushed on to say, "but it was kind of fun to see all that and to meet my relatives I'd never seen before except in pictures on the ofrenda."

"I get that." She nodded. "And seeing another world that has a lot of meaning to you.. it's nice to feel connected."

Liz smiled. It was kind of like here for her. Here she felt the strongest connection, even despite Maria and Alex and her parents back home. Even with Max back home.

"I met new friends there, too." He thought of Frida Kahlo that had helped his great great grandparents get back at Ernesto and Chicharron that died the final time. He wished that he could have known him before so no one living would have forgotten him.

Miguel smiled at Liz, "like meeting new friends here." Dante gave a sharp bark of agreement and licked Liz's hand.

Liz laughed softly and scratched behind Dante's ear. "Yeah. This place is definitely good for meeting new friends." She paused, looking at him. She wondered if anyone asked him this before. "You're doing okay here, right?" He might be the youngest one here, after all.

"Yeah I am. I meet with Carlos at least once a week for dinner." Miguel tells him everything that he'd doing. "And Lilith and Curnen make sure I'm doing okay, too." Sometimes he got lonely, even in a crowd of people, but it was only sometimes.

"I miss my family, but I have a lot of stories to tell them about the people I've me." He looked a little sheepish as he added, "I started writing letters home about everything even though I'm not sure if they'll come with me when I leave."

She was a little surprised by the letter admission and she leaned forward him a little. She lowered her voice just a little as if to indicate she was sharing a secret too. "I write letters too, in my journal."

Miguel didn't feel as silly about writing them since he wasn't the only one that did that. "I hope we'll be able to show our family back home some day. Like when we come back from the Other worlds, we can keep what we bring."

"I hope so. Though... I know this is going to sound really stupid." And everyone else told her not to give her hopes up, but she wanted to have hope that this could be a thing. It had to be, somehow. "but I'm kind of hoping I find a way back to when Peter is from. To his world, if it's not the same one as mine..."

"It doesn't sound stupid." Miguel shook his head. "I sometimes wish that I could go to my friends' worlds, too." He didn't want to live there like Liz did, he would miss his family too much, but he did want to visit them.

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