my other abuelo loved westerns so heres this.
'why do you say that?'
ace turned from the hat in his hands, 'say what?'
rakuyo sat across from him, 'you always say 'we're wasting daylight' even when the sun hasnt touched the horizon.'
'oh, nah my abuelo loved old westerns. never shut up about them. used to tell us a new one every time he visited.'
'you never realise how much they say that til you try an' look for one without it,' ace said as he checked his hat's beads over for scuffmarks.
'this the same grandfather that punched your brother for fun?'
'yeah thats him.'
'please tell me you have other family.'
'well theres dadan,' ace turned his hat over to check the inside lining, he'd have to get it redone soon.
'oh yeah? what's she like.'
'shes a mountain bandit.'
rakuyo thudded against the deck.
'hey rakuyo? you alright?,' ace shook the commander, 'man, why does everyone keep doing this.'