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Sure!

[He moves on from the potatoes and starts chopping some basil. Letting Alberto make some guesses might make things more fun and exciting.]

Okay, heh. Hm.

[ He cranes his neck to see around Luca and peek at what he's collected on the counter there... ]

I see-- potatoes... Aaand-- herbs... of some kind, ha.

[ He sees green leaves, man, that could be anything. He tries to think of things he's been making a lot lately... ]

...Ajiaco...?

[ Honestly, it's remiss of him that his first guess isn't trenette al pesto. Shows how far they've come from their first human meal -- and how far they've come from Italy. ]

Nope, guess again!

[He tosses the basil into a bowl, adding some olive oil as well before starting to chop up some garlic.]

[ There's a pause, Alberto smirking fondly at the back of Luca's head, still idly swinging his legs over the table's edge. Then, decisively — vaguely? — cheekily makes his next guess. ]

...Pasta.

[ That can't count as a guess, what a cop out! How many types of pasta do they eat, how many times a week? He knows it's a cheap shot, and keeps grinning behind Luca's back, chuffed and amused with himself, swinging his legs a little faster. ]

[He tosses the garlic into the bowl as well and then adds some salt.]

Well, yeah, but you have to guess what kind of pasta!

[They eat pasta way too much for that to even count as narrowing it down. He starts stirring the mixture in the bowl while considering what else might be needed. Maybe parmesan?]

[ Alberto laughs a little, then flops backwards to lay flat on the table, arms now dangling off the sides of the table just like his legs are dangling off the edge, still idly swinging. Because what is furniture. The fun part about being a feral child who now has lots of normal stuff, is having carte blanche to not use it in normal ways, right? Who cares. Though they've come so far in their human act... there's no need to keep it up when they're at home alone together. He stares up at the ceiling with a smile as he starts rattling off pastas, again just being cheeky for funsies. ]

Penne. Spaghetti. Lasagna. Trenette?

[ He pauses, craning his neck to look back up at Luca. No... Is he? He would, wouldn't he. While usually Alberto would be alight realizing he might've made the right guess, this time, he's too touched to think it's right... If Luca is making trenette al pesto for his first meal, Alberto might cry, that's too sweet??? And he really totally would, ah! Alberto tries to swallow his giddiness at the thought and lays his head back down, grinning wider, but just presses on with his silly list, even though he has a sneaking suspicion he already got it. It's so cute he wants to keep guessing wrong just so he can be surprised. Now that he's pretty sure he figured it out, he's almost regretting guessing at all. He's better at arranging surprises than receiving them, turns out. ]

Fusilli. Cannelloni. Trofie.

[ They've never even eaten trofie in Kaisou...! The suggestion takes away from his ignorant act. Not to mention he's still grinning at the ceiling like a crazy person just at the thought that Luca might be recreating their first human meal back home... Try as he might, no matter what, Alberto's too transparent to be a good liar. But boy, does he try. ]

[After adding some pepper, parmesan and lemon juice, Luca decides that's good enough for the pesto sauce and starts boiling some water, adding plenty of salt. He's about to tell Alberto which guess was correct when...he laughs.]

Trofie? Alberto, we don't even have trofie.

[He says this as he goes to get the trenette, making it very clear what he's making if Alberto notices what he just grabbed.]

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[ He absolutely notices which noodles Luca's grabbed, but he averts his gaze back to the ceiling innocently, still grinning ear-to-ear now that he's figured it out. He'd rather play dumb. ]

Beh, guess I'll just— be surprised~ Hehe...

[ He lies on the table a second longer, letting his giddiness sink in, ruminating just a moment more on how perfect this is. Even if it's awful, even if it's inedible, even if Luca starts a fire, it's still perfect. Then, abruptly, he bolts upright and bounces off the table back on his feet. He'll help out after all, as a convenient segue. ]

I'm gonna make the drinks, then!

[ And by "make drinks" he means he's going to take the pitcher of water from the fridge and... put it on the table. And grab glasses. But as he goes for them in the cabinet, he deliberately, exaggeratedly, averts his eyes from what Luca's working on beside him, half-blindly reaching for the cups to avoid spoiling the "surprise" he's already figured out. Still smiling uncontrollably. Kid's over the top. Nothing we didn't already know... ]

[Luca notices the pointed way Alberto's avoiding even looking at what he's doing, and he grins. Even though he's sure it's obvious at this point, even though Alberto most certainly knows he's already guessed correctly, Luca decides he'll let Alberto have his little 'surprise'. Luca then adds the potatoes, green beans and trenette to the boiling water.]

Shouldn't be too much longer!

[Even though Luca's unsure of how much longer it should be, really.]

Okay~ I trust you, ha.

[ Alberto does — buuut if Luca happens to let it stay on too long, Alberto'll gently remind him after the ten minutes or so. He leans against the window sill now, unable to sit still ever, props his foot up against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. But that smile stays stuck on his face. ]

Man, if Massimo and Giulia could see us now, eh? Haha!

Yeah, they'd be amazed at our cooking skills! Especially yours, because you really know what you're doing, but I'm getting there!

You know what you're doing, Luca.

[ There's almost a hint of surprise, even defensiveness, in Alberto's tone and the raise of his eyebrows. ]

You watch me cook every day — and you're the smartest person I know, you notice everything. You're gonna nail it~

[ And he's not just gassing him up. He's very sincere, and from his stance to his smile to the way he watches Luca at work, everything about his body language says so. ]

Thanks! And I have learned a lot from watching you.

[Still, it's his first time doing it so there's lots of stuff he might not fully understand until he gets more practice in.]

Heh, that's why you and me are such a good team — we're both always learning, even when we're not actually teaching!

[ He flashes him a wide, fond smile. And, really, that is true. It's always been such a compelling part of their dynamic together, this give and take, the way their different senses of curiosity mix. Luca's always teaching Alberto things, more often than not things Alberto doesn't even realize he's learning! They may often be much more intangible skills, like humility and sacrifice and restraint, but at the end of the day, Alberto knows he can give Luca credit for so much of the positive changes he's made in his life in the past year and a half, ever since meeting him... Alberto gets the credit for making the changes, sure, but Luca gets all the credit for the inspiration. And he's fine with that. Happy with that. Wouldn't have it any other way, hiccups and mistakes and all. ...Even when Alberto bit him. Ahem. They fixed it very well. ]

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