The first class Milan's decided to audit is a half-hour before Odette's first class, but she can get up early and show him the way, if he wants.
"Food! Nowhere in particular is striking me like the sandwich place did yesterday, any thoughts?"
"Well, yeah, I meant more in terms of categories to narrow it down. Pasta sound okay? I think I might be feeling vaguely pasta-ish if you don't have a stronger opinion."
"And I'm not just saying that because the pasta place I have in mind is a decently long flight from the school."
She grins. "At this rate you'll never learn your way around the city at street level," she teases.
Delicious starchy sauce-covered food, with probably a wider array of sauces than Milan is used to finding available for pasta.
"You know what I sort of have to wonder if you'd find interesting? Local religion," Odette mentions after they've sat down with their food.
"No one can prove we do! They certainly don't overtly intervene in anything, if they do. And yet, we have local religion."
"I vaguely recall something a philosopher said once, to the effect of 'If God didn't exist, people would make one up'."
"To be fair, I do not think Abraham or Akenaten or Siddartha Guatama or whoever had ever heard of the failure modes."