[Miguel opens the door with a bright smile--the smells from the kitchen are drifting out into the chilly fall evening, and he shivers at the blast of wind from inside and ushers Minato inside, chattering at a mile a minute.]

¡Habla causa! Minato, right? Come on in, it's freezing outside, grab a plate and help yourself to whatever you want! I like your wings, those are really cool!