[Noah kept pace at least, fiddling with the cuffs on his sleeves. It was probably a good idea actually, to keep going before he could change his mind. Though he probably wouldn't have because it would feel rude.]
Oh! ...What's chicken cacciatore again?
[He distinctly remembered hearing those words before, might even have eaten it, he just...couldn't recall what it was, exactly. Besides chicken, obviously.]
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Oh! ...What's chicken cacciatore again?
[He distinctly remembered hearing those words before, might even have eaten it, he just...couldn't recall what it was, exactly. Besides chicken, obviously.]
I'm pretty sure I like Italian stuff.
[Like gelato.]