"Actually they're pretty much the same thing," John told her, smiling at the American word. "Perogies is what the Poles and Americans call them, but it's used more to describe stuffed pastries in general, like fruit and dessert pastries."
Grabbing a second one off the tray, John took another satisfying bite. It'd been a long time since he'd had a piroshok at all, much less one that good, and he was going to take advantage of it.
"A chef, huh?" he asked between bites, "I bet you get to try all sorts of interesting foods."
It seemed the longer he was in the house, the less and less he thought about going home. It was relaxing, and peaceful, here. He didn't have to worry about hiding from his mother, or making sure Mattie did his homework and had dinner. He just got to be himself for a little while.
"We still haven't seen anyone," John noted, "but yeah, I've got the feeling we'll be fine here for a little while."
Swallowing the last of his second piroshki, John moved towards the enormous white refrigerator, wondering what the chances were of finding goat's milk inside.
"What's your favorite food?" he asked Rory, curious to learn more about her.