Their clothes are trash. Claude'll make much nicer things for you soon, Luca. [ with a hint of reluctance, he draws back to straighten, and reaches across the table for a plate, some slices of apple, blueberries, and pears. it's set before luca upon the table, and alois raises just a little bit on toes to be able to reach a cup and a pitcher of water. he adds a few small ice cubes, then fills the small glass, before kneeling close again. ]
Sips only, [ he instructs, helping luca's little hands carefully around it. ] Chew slow, too, all right? [ not until he's positive that luca's grip is steady, does he rise up again to collect chopped pineapple into a small bowl. ]