tugs on his pants and looks up. "Are you okay?"

looks down at the little guy, not knowing what he should feel. Just when he tries to say something, another flash of pain comes and he's

rubbing his own stomach. "Ah, I'm not doing well ve...uh..." He doesn't really know what to call the other.

frowns sadly and starts patting his pants, looking up to him worried. "What is wrong? Are you sick?"

ods. "It's nothing! I just had too much pasta to eat again, you don't have to really worry! Unless if you feel like sitting down with me?"

The kid was just too cute to just turn away, but he really wasn't up for standing right now...

tilts his head at the unknown word. "P-ppasta? What is that?" He nods and smiles up to him. "Mm! I sit with you!" He quickly sits down,_

still staring up right at him.

blinks in surprise. "You don't know what pasta is?" There went that pain again. "Ve, well, what kind of food do you eat?"

shakes his head. "Nyet... what is pasta?" He does think for a moment and smiles back up to him. "Siestra always makes me borscht!"

to smile. "Ah, borscht is good too! Ve, I'll explain to you what pasta is! It's really yummy, and you eat it with tomato sauce, and the

pasta itself is made of wheat and dough...hmm..." Just thinking about pasta, though the cause of his pain made him feel better.

"Would you like to try some? I have some in the fridge!" He'd ruffle the kid's hair, but he didn't even know what to call him...

listens to him and felt his mouth water at the description. Then he suddenly remembers the tomatoes "Ah! Is it like pitstsa? England fed_

me some before! It was yummy!" He smiles and giggles, people like to ruffle his hair a lot. He likes it though. He nods happily and_

excitedly. "Da! Can I try this p-pasta?"