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"You're welcome."
A cookie hung out of Lance's mouth, wondering how his abuela did it. "Buenos días abuela."
The old woman ruffled the dark locks of hair before resting her chin on top of his head. "You're heading to the garrison soon?"
"Oh yeah. That's me, Lance Riera, ace pilot extraordinaire." Except he didn't feel that special.
"You speak in Spanish with me, and you're my grandson. Of course your special."
"Yeah, but there's supposed to be a kid better than Takashi Shirogane this year."
"So?" Lydia laughed. "You are my Lance."
Abuela knew how to make everything better.
