The house was filled with a savory aroma of paella-the chicken and chorizo mixed with peppers, onions and various seafood were enough to send Pilar's stomach a rumble, but they were not done yet.

Roadhog continued to man the ice cream; Pilar was stunned by the amount he went through in the time he had had it. The thing was completely full! And now, at least half of it was gone, and yet he still went on, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, a pleased grin spread across what part of his face Pilar could see. Honestly, she would have never guessed that he harbored such a sweet tooth, but if it kept him out of trouble-not that she was worried, he seemed relatively calm compared to his cohort-then she was happy to let him have all of it.

Now, however, Pilar manned the stove, rice, and chicken mixture; though Junkrat wanted to prove his skill in the kitchen, there were a few things she needed to add to get the recipe just right. Still, that didn't stop him from hovering over her, his head poked over her shoulder, invading her personal space to get a better view of what it was she did.

"Ya gonna let me finish this?"

"No, but you can get the rice into the skillet."

Pilar wrapped herself in bundles of blankets, only her head and hands poking through. Her empty play lay on the table before her, and her eyes were heavy as sleepiness overwhelmed her. The other two, however, still shoveled food in their faces, getting rice all over, as though this meal was their last. There was hardly a grain left in the skillet in the kitchen, and Pilar was surprised that even after an entire bucket of ice cream, Roadhog still had room for more, but honestly, she should have expected it. A man of his stature likely didn't say no to food very often, and it became apparent that he had quiet a sweet tooth.

"Roight, so I've been thinkin'..." Pilar, who had curled up into a tight ball of blankets and pillows on the couch, adjusted herself slightly, her face barely poking out of her nest. Junkrat sat on the opposite end, feet on the table, lounging sloppily as he picked rice out of his teeth.

"As noice and fancy as this place is, we've gotta get goin' soon," he continued with a shrug, waving his hand as he tilted his head when his gaze flickered to Roadhog and Pilar. "The world's callin' our names, and we've gotta give it to 'em."

Roadhog, emptying the contents of his fifth bowl, grunted in agreement, leaning back against the single chair next to the couch, his meaty hand landing heavily on his large gut. The chair seemed to move with his weight, but regardless, he was content as he rubbed his stomach, fixing his mask back over his face completely.

"As if you could have stayed here forever, anyway," Pilar piped,raising her brows. "My mom comes back by the end of the week."

"Betta reason t' get goin', then!" he exclaimed, his mismatched hands rubbing together as his feet hitting the floor, bouncing up excitedly. "It's a bit too early t' meet the parents, eh, Caterpillar?"

She pursed her lips, eyes rolling as he cackled, running his hands over his head, tugging lightly on what was left of his hair. Roadhog huffed, as though annoyed, yet made no move to slap his cohort upside the head, as Pilar often witnessed. Still, she shifted in her seat, the blankets around her head moving to her shoulders like a fallen hood, and her brow quirked in question as her gaze fell on Junkrat.

"Then what's your plan?" she asked with interest. "You've got the entire Spanish police after you, along with the rest of the world. Not to mention..." she paused for added effect. "You're in the home of a former Overwatch agent. If she gets home before you leave, there could be problems."

"I don't plan on gettin' caught," he answered, his eyes flashing dangerously. A crooked grin spread across his lips as she watched him, and she cleared her throat after a moment, breaking eye contact as the tips of her ears prickled.

"Anyways." Scratching the back of his neck, he bounded back to the couch, landing heavily next to her, taking up the entirety of it as he plopped his head in her lap, looking at her directly. "Wos thinkin', we wanna make it to the states eventually, so we'll hit up Portugal first." As though uncomfortable, his arms stretched out above his head, before he rested them under his head, his mech leg crossing over his left knee. He began to wiggle his foot in thought, and Pilar shifted slightly, glancing at Roadhog, who watched them both in silence, offering no sort of input for Junkrat's idea.

"I got it mapped out," Junkrat continued, shifting once again so he could free an arm. "Th' Bank of Portugal's probably got guards like ya said," he lifted his hand, as though drawing a picture in the air before him. "But if we push thru quietly, we should be fine."

At this, Roadhog snorted, and Junkrat's brow knitted together in distaste, rolling onto his stomach, arms crossed over Pilar's legs. Sticking out his tongue, he tilted his head up, looking at her in an almost upside-down fashion, quirking his brows.

"This guy," he said, waving a hand in Roadhog's direction. "He ain't got any faith in me. But that's alright, you do, don't ya?" He looked at her with an almost child-like appreciation, and she couldn't help but to feel a slight burning on her cheeks as their eyes met, his lips spreading into a crooked grin.

"O-of course," she stammered, though she was unsure why. She knew Roadhog had a point; as excitable and distractable as he was, it was easy to see why anyone wouldn't have faith in him. But as his features brightened at her admission in a child-like glee, she couldn't help but to feel her heart thump a little harder than before.

"At least she likes me," he hissed as Roadhog shook his head, nose wrinkled again. "Anyways, we'll do it the same as last time! Caterpillar 'ere can-"

"Wait, what-?" She'd not expected to hear her name, albeit the nickname he gave her, slip from his mouth as he spoke, and Pilar could only stare at Junkrat in obvious bewilderment at his words. "Me? Why would I be there?"

Junkrat blinked, pursing his lips. "Why wouldn't ya?" he returned, his eyes meeting hers. "Yer good, ya know? Crafty an' cunnin', though not like me-" She snorted. "-Yer good t' have around, ya know? An' yer arm goes all explody an' shit. I like that."

As she watched him, she came to the realization that he meant what he said, and glancing at Roadhog, he nodded in agreement. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach; what the hell was she going to do? She was not a murderer or an arsonist, nor did she like stealing for her own profit. Even though she still had the tiara Junkrat had crowned her with...she didn't think that their life was the life for her.

Her eyes flashed from Roadhog, in his stoic silence, to Junkrat, who looked at her like a child looked at a shining Christmas tree. She was torn; on one hand, she was not a criminal, but on the other, and she'd never admit it, but she was enjoying their company, and the unsettling skipping of her stomach was starting to get the better of her.

"Ah...give me a bit to think about it."