To say Francis ignored Dietre's indignation would be an understatement. There was absolutely no way he was going to argue with the kid about what a cat could and could not understand – partially because he didn't even know, and partially because he didn't even care. If Dietre somehow was right about the name confusing the cat Francis would accept it, but he didn't give the kid's point of view much hope. Animals weren't dumb, but precisely because they didn't give a flying shit about most of the stuff humans did, such as names. That was Francis' take on it.
"Making dinner," Francis answered, when Dietre thankfully changed the subject. Francis didn't normally chat about food. He didn't love to exchange recipes with friends or share what he'd made with those he cared about (exception being on Thanksgiving). However, it was an easy subject for him to talk about when he needed to.
"What do you think: pumpkin soup or ravioli?" He'd never asked Dietre his opinion about dinner before, but if the kid wanted to he could be the tiebreaker that night. Francis hadn't been able to decide which he was in the mood for more. The pumpkin had looked good at the store, and because it was a seasonal item he hadn't thought twice before picking it up.