They just expect me to make shoes. Because it's what the family does. They don't understand like de la Cruz would, about music. Their idea of me having fun is me doing anything but something involving music.

[Which is how....well. Everything started. Basically. If one considers it in a more recent sense and not all the way back decades ago. Miguel orders as well, waiting for the food as he chats with the strange skeleton. Probably earning some looks even if he wasn't looking a bit of a mess himself.]