Re: Kit/Mari/Dinah/Cris: the convenience store
The store looked as any convenience store did. It was not like a bodega, but she did not expect it to be. This was an American town, and they were to be American here. She was not surprised as she walked in, dressed in her usual style, coffee in her hand, large purse containing both her clock piece and Dinah's clock piece.
She entered just after the tall and thin man, who she knew must be Kit; he looked as expected. Cris, she could not see, but something told her she would find him behind the counter, and she trusted her instinct in this, as she trusted her instinct in all things.
"Buenos dias, Kit," she told him, voice heavily accented and hoop earrings jingling. She placed her bag and coffee on the counter, and then she placed her hands on the countertop and peered over it at the man behind it, on his hands and knees. Her bracelets, hidden by her sleeves, clanged. "This is not how you greet guests," she told him, though her grin was wry and spoke of teasing, despite the fact that her smile would never be called kind or soft. "Dónde está la comida?" she asked, because she could smell the scents of home; she could find this herself, but it was polite to ask. "If I am possibly going to share memories with near strangers, then I believe I should do this on a full stomach."
She motioned toward the door. "I have promised Dinah she can remain near the door as we assemble the clock."