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“What’s all this?” asked Danny, coming into the kitchen. “It’s Cinco de Mayo, you told me we were having tacos.”
Steve frowned back. “I did. And we are. And now that you’re here, you can keep chopping the vegetables and I can start browning the meat.”
“For the tacos.”
“Yes, Danno, for the tacos.”
“Just checking,” he said, and took the knife Steve passed him. “Because in my experience, tacos are mostly meat and cheese with some token lettuce, not all this…”
“Pico de gallo,” said Steve.
“Bless you.”
“It’s a kind of salsa.”
“Huh,” said Danny, and started chopping.
THE END