The air in Gabriella's family home vibrated with laughter, music, and the aroma of spices. Reader trailed behind Gabriella, a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of relatives. Abuelas, tías, and great-grandmothers pinched Gabriella's cheeks, cooing, "¡Ay, mi niña! You're too skinny!"

Then the food offensive began. Tamales, enchiladas, rice, beans, and pastries piled onto Gabriella’s plate, never truly emptying before being replenished. Reader watched in amusement as Gabriella, usually a dainty eater, politely but resolutely devoured everything offered. Each aunt pinched her cheek yelling "¡Come mija!". By the time they left, Gabriella waddled slightly, her face flushed with happy exhaustion.

Back in their apartment, Gabriella kicked off her shoes with a groan of contentment. She unbuttoned her jeans, then paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a sudden POP, the button flew off, followed by the zipper protesting under the strain. Gabriella burst out laughing.

"¡Ay Dios mío!" she exclaimed, patting her stomach. The seams of her jeans strained. "I think I need new pants."

Instead of being upset, her eyes sparkled. "Pero, it was so good! Quiero más," she purred, leaning against Reader. "Maybe we should visit my family again next week?" Reader couldn't help but laugh, pulling Gabriella into a hug. "Maybe," they said, "but next time, we're both wearing stretchy pants."