[Triangle pasta what... The shape, at least, gives him something to go on and he glances to the area she's gesturing at to see--]
... Pizza, Freya. It's fuckin' pizza.
[He's known what pizza is for all of three years and he can still hit on the name better. He picks up a plate and, after a short few moments of consideration, decides on using the stairs to get it to her.
Look, she can't even remember the name of the stuff, he definitely doesn't trust her not to tip the lot over his head.]
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... Pizza, Freya. It's fuckin' pizza.
[He's known what pizza is for all of three years and he can still hit on the name better. He picks up a plate and, after a short few moments of consideration, decides on using the stairs to get it to her.
Look, she can't even remember the name of the stuff, he definitely doesn't trust her not to tip the lot over his head.]
Jus' leave this up 'ere, shall I?