@ramblesanddragons made a post about how Bruno would look into the future and see Star Wars and stuff and how he would love the Mars Rover and then I started thinking if he might rant about those things when sick and then this madness happened. It completely got away from me, especially in the end, I'm so sorry. This doubles as a get well soon story for you @ramblesanddragons hope you feel better soon
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"Tio Bruno? Everything alright?"
Mirabel's question, although uttered silently as to not attract too much attention, has - of course - attracted the attention of the entire family.
'Because they are busybodies, every single one of them,' Mirabel thinks with fond exasperation, conveniently ignoring the fact that she is just as bad.
Hence, her question.
But honestly, Bruno looks… bad. Not 'straight out of the walls malnourished'-bad, but bad enough. He does his best to act like everything is fine, but Mirabel sits next to him at the breakfast table and she can see the sheen of sweat on his brow and the red tint to his cheeks.
Her tio blinks at her owlishly, a vacant look in his eyes. "Huh?"
"Are you alright?" Mirabel doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The whole family is more or less openly staring by now.
Bruno blinks some more and then waves his hand dismissively. "Ah sure, sure. Of course. Just a bit of a headache and I stubbed my toe. The force has forsaken me today."
Mirabel blinks. Bruno owlishly blinks back.
"The… the what now?"
Bruno shrugs and tries to put some butter on his knife, but somehow he can't seem to make it stick. "Miercoles. I wish I had a lightsaber right now. Would cut through this butter like… butter. Heh."
"Uh-"
"Luke's lightsaber. I like his color best."
"What are you-?"
Pepa and Julieta groan and get up from their seats. Julieta gives her brother a quick kiss on the forehead (announcing "yep, a fever" to the gathered crowd) and then hurries to the kitchen to make him some healing soup. Pepa takes the knife out of Bruno's hand and butters his bread for him.
"Don't worry about it, kids. When your uncle has a fever he sometimes talks about some weird stuff he's seen in the future."
"It's not weird." Bruno mutters,nibbling his now buttered toast. "It's the war among the stars." He turns to Antonio sitting on his other side and pats his head. "The force is strong in you, young padawan. I can feel it."
Antonio has no idea what that means, but he beams anyway. "Thanks Tio."
"Wait wait wait?" Camilo leans forward. "There is gonna be a war among the stars?"
Pepa tries to shush him, but it's too late. Bruno is already getting to his feet. He wobbles a little but keeps his balance by putting his hand on top of Mirabel's head. The girl is too perplexed to argue. "In a galaxy, far away! It's a period of civil war and the spaceships -"
"Spaceships???"
"Enough." Pepa snaps. "It's the fever talking. There is no war in space. And I don't think there will be, it's just your uncle talking nonsense. We can't go up to space."
"We so will. We will be all over the place." Bruno disagrees. He lights up. "Like Opportunity! Opportunity will be up there." He lifts his head to look at the ceiling and to the horror of all but Pepa, who merely sighs, he starts to cry. "Oh Opportunity! Far away from home, but so brave. Oh, such a brave, little rover. You did good. You did really good. Everyone loved you. Will love you. Will have… Will have been lo-... Will have to have love-?"
"Okay, he's messing up his tenses. That's our cue to get you to bed." Pepa interrupts his confused ramblings. "Tell Juli to bring the soup to his room."
She takes her brother's arm to lead him away. Dolores gets up and walks up to them. "Do you need help, Mama? Should I cancel my date with Mariano?"
Bruno stops and takes Dolores' face between his two hands.
"No! Don't you dare! That's a good himbo you got there. The best. The perfect blend of hunk, jock and decent man. Don't you let him get away, Queen!"
Pepa looks so done as she pulls him away. "Come on Bruno, there is some nice soup with your name on it waiting for you."
They disappear around a corner but the kids can still hear some of their conversation.
"Aw, that sounds fab af. Shut up and take my money, sis!"
"I have no idea what that means, hermanito."
The kids all stare at each other in various states of bafflement, worry and confusion.
"What is a himbo?" Dolores breaks the silence. "Is that… Is that something good?"
"I'm sure it is." Agustin reassures her. "But maybe don't ask what it means either?"
"Why?"
"Well… once during a fever Bruno told me that the women of the future would consider me a dilf. I asked him what that meant and he wouldn't tell me but then Juli kinda forced him to tell her but then she refused to tell me! But every now and then she will look at me and whisper that word and just… giggle."
Felix pats his shoulder with an understanding air around him and all present get the distinct impression that he has a similar story to tell.
The grandkids all exchange looks and silently agree, there and then, to never ask.
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