"Donkeys are assholes," Rosita agrees, chuckling. She hadn't known any then. She's known one now and the two of them learned to avoid one another, but she still loves the memory of Guapo who died two generations before she was born.

"Did you spend a lot of time with your Nani?" she asks, because his at least is an active memory, while hers is a hand me down in this particular case.