"Yeah," she replied, smiling slightly in return. It was hard to keep up walls around someone like Marco, especially when he turned up with offerings of food and booze. It had never failed to make her smile, how something as simple as sharing food could bring people together. And it was often how she expressed her affection for someone. If you were happy, or sad, or just needed a pick me up, Ana would show up with something. Her abuela had instilled that desire in her since the time she was a teenager. She didn't do it for everyone, but if boxes of empanadas started showing up on your porch, it was a pretty safe bet that Ana liked you.
Her mouth watered even more as he unpacked the box, raising one eyebrow as he stuttered through the sentence, but choosing not to remark on it. "Of course she made the tortillas," she laughed. "That's good, though, they always taste better when you make them yourself." The smell was all but crawling up her nose, and her stomach growled even louder in response. Ana passed him a plate and took one of the tamales, biting into it and letting out a sound of pleasure. "If Aletha wants to come live here and cook for me forever, I will fully support this," she laughed.