"Sound it out!" Dinah called back. "It isn't a tricky one." She opened the fridge, and floated a drink out for Jaime, then the plate of leftover empanadas and absently put them into the microwave. "So who were you fighting, hunh? Your mom didn't say." She peered into Jaime's face, then waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Jaime? How tired are you?"