Sitting in the floor with Ale and Rudy, you stare at the large pile of presents between the three of you. It seems that you all had gone overboard in buying gifts for each other and the Vaqueros. Rolls of Christmas-y wrapping paper and ribbon sat in a much neater pile to one side.

“I thought I was buying for everyone,” Rudy says, staring at the pile of presents. “Hermano, I was buying the gifts.”

Alejandro gave a dismissive wave. “And then I saw some things and it got out of hand, amigo.”