@ladyxmarixcastillo
It was not the custom to be certain. Sunday dinner was always an affair in the Castillo home. Magda always insisted that both her husband as well as her daughter be on time, come with conversation, come with news - just...something to fill the air. That was the custom. But as Magda sat on a couch in her room - a pile of takeout resting on the coffee table, a few bottles of blood sitting in a warm bowl of water to keep them close to body temperature - she resigned that this would simply have to do.
Her husband was away - helping finalize a number of important sales and she hadn’t been of the mind to accompany him. He’d asked, of course - but the idea of standing around while old men bickered on whether or not a particular rifle could kill a man at however far a distance was not her idea of a fulfilling evening. And so - she’d simply cast it aside, ordered in for her time with Mari. Easier to give the chef a night off.
She lifted the beer to her lips, taking a deep pull of the bottle while she scrolled through Netflix - her attention only half there; the other half listening for the tell-tale signs of her daughter’s arrival. Somewhere down below, she heard a door open - heard the bodyguards greet her. Magda smiled to herself as she tuned her ears to the sound of footsteps on the hardwood stairs.
When the door opened; she pushed herself to her feet - wrapping Mari up in a tight hug before kissing her on her temple. “You’re late, mi hija.” She chuckled, kissing her again on the cheek. Taking a couple of steps back, Magda sat herself back down - nodding to the space beside her on the couch. “Papá won’t be home for a while yet. Business to attend too, did you see him down at the ‘Donna? He mentioned something about having to pick up stock before heading out...” Years upon years ago - Magda might’ve been worried for her husband. Everything they did was legal but that didn’t stop others from casting laws to the wind to try to take what it was they were peddling. But after seven centuries of seeing her husband in action - she had little doubt he’d return entirely nonplussed.
Even if he did end up having to kill any number of fools.
“I got your favorites.” She said, pulling out a carton of food. Taking up a pair of chopsticks, she lifted an eggroll to her mouth - crunching in while she reclined. “Anything happen? Heard something about a drug deal in the club...?” She eyed Mari for a moment, a small smirk playing at her mouth. “I won’t preach at you, don’t worry - I know you know.”