Dinner...He didn't know you could have pumpkins for dinner. Dietre had almost exhausted his resources for making conversation, but thankfully Francis took the initiative and asked him a question of his own. The boy blinked, then canted his head from one side to the next, thinking.
"I've never had either." And he honestly couldn't imagine how either dish would taste. How does one make pumpkin ravioli? He thought of raviolis as containing meat, not pumpkins. The only pumpkin thing that came to mind that he had ever eaten was pumpkin pie. Pumpkin pie flavored soup sounded more appetizing than pumpkin pie flavored raviolis.
"Uhm...I like the seeds?" Not a very helpful response, and he knew it. "Are you going to cook them too?" Of course they couldn't have pumpkin seeds for dinner, but Dietre didn't like having to make decisions that affected other people. He crept a little closer, he was almost standing beside Mr. Drake, but was still keeping a good sized 'personal space' bubble intact for the both of them.
"I don't know." That was the only conclusion he could come to. "...Perhaps a coin should be flipped." Or they could ask Breve, the kitten would definitely be more helpful in making decisions than Dietre was.