Short one-shot. Based on the song "We don't talk about Bruno."
Wanting to find out more about her Tio Bruno, Mirabel went out to talk to the townspeople.
"He told me my fish would die, and the next day it was dead!"
"He told me I would grow a gut, and it happened just like he said!"
"He said I'd go bald, now look at my head!"
"We don't talk about –"
"Uh, guys?"
"Bruno?!"
"Those weren't prophesies. Eva, you keep your fish in a simple fishbowl. It's not going to last more than a few days. Carlos, you spend every Sabado drinking beer and watching futbol. Y Padre Ricardo, all the men in your family are bald. I didn't need to see the future to know that any of this would happen."
"Ohhh."