Three Noodles {Dictated; Action}

[pastina]

Ne, ne! Is anyone hungry?

[There is the distinct sound of water boiling and pot lids being set down in the background - and if you listen carefully, it sounds like there's quite a lot of it going on. What could this little guy be up to?]

Ve, I thought all the ghost people were really scary at first, but then I watched them for a while, and they're not actually scary at all! They're nice because they do lots of cleaning for us and I don't have to! That's the very best thing, don't you think? [He's just so happy to get out of servitude.] So I asked them as nice as I could if they could help me make a big lunch! Though it kinda got too big...so, um, if you like pasta, you should come to the kitchen and eat some with me! Especially if you're a friend! But I promise not to turn anyone away if they are hungry!

[If you choose to accept this impromptu invitation, you will find the kitchen still very much abuzz with activity. The ghosts have taken the kid's request to heart, and have just finished laying out a veritable pasta buffet with noodles and sauces of any combination you can think of, if it's Italian, on a long table that hadn't been there before. Your little host isn't eating just yet - he's struggling to set every place as neatly as he can, which really isn't neat, and his apron and outfit are covered in sauce stains.

What are you waiting for? Come on and dig in!]

Comments

[indirectcause]

[Oh. God. Faith is one of those things shaken up a little, when you've lived through hell. But Ben's managed to cling to some semblance of it, by sheer bloody mindedness if anything else]

Sure. There are different ways of sharing. It doesn't have to be material.

[pastina]

[Oh most certainly! But Italy is young and Catholicism is a thing, he can't help it.]

So you can do it! That's wonderful!

[indirectcause]

Of course I can. [Even with their rationing, he could. Too good of a heart, this one]

[pastina]

[He'd meant in general, but that's an okay answer too.] That's good. But your pasta gonna get cold if you don't eat it soon!

[indirectcause]

You don't have to worry about that, trust me. [Gonna chow down, hmmm pasta]

[pastina]

[Yaaaay people eating food, food is the best thing to share!]

Ve, good, good! Though I don't really mind cold pasta so much. Pasta is pasta.

[indirectcause]

Do you eat anything else but pasta? [He's mostly joking]

[pastina]

[What is this thing you call joking.]

Of course I do! I eat all kinds of things so long as they're yummy, and everything is yummy here!

[indirectcause]

Oh good, I was getting kinda worried for a second there you had a super limited diet.

[pastina]

[It becomes remarkably limited when you realize just how picky a palate he has.]

Heheh, you did?

[indirectcause]

A little bit, yeah.

[pastina]

Well I wasn't allowed to have any at home...of course I'd want to eat it lots here. I guess maybe that's why...?

[indirectcause]

You weren't allowed pasta at home?

[pastina]

Yeah. I didn't even live in my own house! I had to live in someone else's and do all the chores.

[indirectcause]

You were allowed to leave right?

[pastina]

No, not at all...

[There's a definite droop to his expression.] Ve, I really miss my home...

[indirectcause]

...So you were pretty much kept captive and you miss that?

[pastina]

Oh! No, no, I miss all the stuff before that!

[indirectcause]

Well, that makes a heck of a lot more sense.

[pastina]

Well...there's some things I sort of miss about being a servant. It wasn't fun, but it wasn't all bad.

[indirectcause]

And your parents were okay with you being a servant?

[pastina]

Oh, I don't have any parents.

[indirectcause]

Oh, I'm sorry, you're an orphan?

[pastina]

I guess so. But none of my friends have parents either. Some of them are all grown up already, so they don't need parents.

[indirectcause]

...Wow, like none at all? What happened to them all?