Zulmire: Eh, leave him. *waves a hand* Eef he wanna be alone, ‘dat be his call. E come back eventually. E not mad at you, no? Not a problem, ‘den. Jes’ go back inside an’ go find somet’in to do. I suggest lookin fer some’tin to cook for dinner. You be havin’ all o’ your siblings in your house tonight. Find somet’in that not tasteless or tough t eat.
