"Heh. Yeah."

"...And you are not one of the people who deserves this lecture."

He smiles wryly.

"Sorry, I have ranting habits."

"It's okay."

"Good. So, uh, dinner, that was a thing we were going to do."

"Yes! Food!"

"Food! Nowhere in particular is striking me like the sandwich place did yesterday, any thoughts?"

Shrug. "Somewhere new?"

"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."

"Sure!"

"And I'm not just saying that because the pasta place I have in mind is a decently long flight from the school."

He laughs.

She grins. "At this rate you'll never learn your way around the city at street level," she teases.

"I'll just have to learn to fly as soon as possible, then, won't I."

"That would be the logical conclusion, yes!"

Grin.

Grin. Flying to the pasta place. There are so many kinds of pasta!

Food!!

Delicious starchy sauce-covered food, with probably a wider array of sauces than Milan is used to finding available for pasta.

Yes rather.

"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.

"...Don't you not have gods?"

"No one can prove we do! They certainly don't overtly intervene in anything, if they do. And yet, we have local religion."

"That seems, uh, bizarre."