Last night, at her dad's place, we heard animal sounds behind the walls. Scurrying sounds. This was while we were prepping dinner - she was helping me chop turnips.
Me: What's that?
Rama quiet, just straining to listen for more.
Me: Maybe it's a squirrel? Or daga.
Rama: I hope it's Ratatouille, so he can help us make dinner.
Me, addressing the creatures: Hoy, kayo diyan, punta na kayo dito, tulungan niyo kami magluto!
Rama: English sila.