While he listened to her puttering with the boy in the kitchen, Noche sat again and settled himself in, looking around. It was not as bad as he'd first though. If she had curtains - dark and heavy curtains - he could perhaps be comfortable here. This time he would not have to steal her away, she did not belong to anyone but him. So this time it would be easier, he was almost sure of it.
In the kitchen, Agusto nodded quietly. It wasn't until the woman that papa had told him was his new mother was getting the cake out of the refridgerator that he finally spoke - to ask if he could help.