Two weeks later
“Ummm… a layer of tortillas now, right?” Silver asked, holding a tortilla in one hand and a spoon in the other. “Or, wait… the sauce?”
“Nope,” Jo said from over at the counter where she was cutting avocado. “Cheese.”
“Gah,” he said. “Why can’t I do this? Why?”
She laughed and rinsed the knife under the tap. “I have no idea, querido. It’s pretty simple: tortillas that cover the whole pan, then enchilada sauce, then the cheese mixture. Do that three times, finishing with cheese on the top layer.”
“Then avocado and sour cream?”
“Uh-huh.” Jo dried the knife, turned her attention to the cilantro. “And a bit of this.”
“Damn,” he muttered as he slathered the sauce on unevenly, stared in despair at his crap efforts. “Maybe I should have taken you out for dinner tonight, huh?
