Meanwhile, Chelita has been crying ever since she saw Heriberto coming at her, and now he does not know how to tranquil her down, so he delivers her a stone as a prize ("It’s not just a stone," says Heriberto, assuring her she’s seeking at pure gold). Irreverently, he phone calls it the "Sup." I faux to be offended due to the fact Heriberto argues that my nose is just like the duck’s monthly bill.