[ Alberto watches Bruno for a second, before glancing at Luca uncertainly. Bruno does some weird stuff. But Alberto does some weird stuff — so he doesn't really ask about a lot of little things. Like maybe the guy just likes knocking on stuff. Alberto likes drumming on stuff; he gets it. But this? This is just a shade weirder than what he'd seen thus far. He keeps watching Bruno for a quiet, curious moment, then shoots Luca another awkward look and a tiny shrug, like his guess is as good as Alberto's.
So indeed, he just guesses — in such a way that might bring Luca back to Massimo's kitchen before they knew what forks were for... Alberto stares Bruno dead-on for a silent beat, his face somewhere between determined and blank. Then with rigid, decisive movements, he reaches out for the shaker Bruno'd just righted, pours a bit of salt into the palm of his hand, which he automatically slides over between him and Luca, and throws a pinch over his own shoulder. All in one stiff motion, eyes unblinking and focused on Bruno... He has no idea if this is the right reaction. But maybe it'd seem more suspicious if they don't copy him...? Bruno's human, Alberto'd asked him explicitly; so just copy the human... That's the golden rule, right? ]
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So indeed, he just guesses — in such a way that might bring Luca back to Massimo's kitchen before they knew what forks were for... Alberto stares Bruno dead-on for a silent beat, his face somewhere between determined and blank. Then with rigid, decisive movements, he reaches out for the shaker Bruno'd just righted, pours a bit of salt into the palm of his hand, which he automatically slides over between him and Luca, and throws a pinch over his own shoulder. All in one stiff motion, eyes unblinking and focused on Bruno... He has no idea if this is the right reaction. But maybe it'd seem more suspicious if they don't copy him...? Bruno's human, Alberto'd asked him explicitly; so just copy the human... That's the golden rule, right? ]