[He blinks, but then sits back down, a tiny smile playing on his lips. He'd like to think he wouldn't have walked away from Lina just now, but he might have. He's always the one to try and walk away... and always, Lina pulls him back.]
Pizza, as I recall. It's pretty good, isn't it? [Yes, he ate some before. That one day he was cured...] I hear it's pretty simple to make, too. Funny we never had any back home.