"Just wait until they announce that," Gio replied, easily latching onto the glimpse of normal Amelia and returning with full-force normal Giorgio. "Everyone will be complaining throughout. People will argue about whether it's okay to call it Ice Age 6 or not because of copyright infringement against the Ice Age movies."
He could have gone on, but their food arrived and Gio was not going to waste any time talking about a theoretical ice age when he could be stuffing his face with delicious noodle soup. Following Amelia's lead, Gio unwrapped and snapped his own chopsticks down the middle lengthwise, and was glad to see he'd done a semi-decent job. He often ended up with uneven chopsticks because of a sloppy break job.
Gio was the furthest thing from annoyed when Amelia seemed to be getting on topic. He noticed she wasn't looking at him, but he took that as a sign she was going to come out with whatever she'd called him down there for instead of her being rude. His heart beat faster in his chest, and his chopsticks hovered over his steaming soup.
She didn't end up spilling everything, after all, and Gio slowly dipped his chopsticks into his bowl to pull out a slice of pork. "Some things that are fun to talk about would be terrifying in real life," Gio said gently, "like getting abducted by aliens. We laugh about it, but if you were face to face with an alien I think it'd be creepy." He paused to chew. "… So, you didn't get abducted by aliens, did you?"