startles, and whips around. He calms when he sees it's only Alfred, and rolls his eyes. "I can cook better than them both. If you wanted food, you just had to say so." Maddy barks happily, jumping at _

_Alfred's legs in greeting.

isn't really surprised. He heads towards the kitchen, taking a mental stock of ingredients. "What would you like to eat?" He likes cooking for Alfred anyhow.

doesn't think that's very helpful. "That means you'll be getting pasta."

his pasta. "If you want pizza, you should say now."

that's not helpful in the slightest. But...he will make pizza, so that Alfred isn't always eating the same thing when he comes over. "What kind of pizza?"

...."Alright." Incredibly unhelpful. But not picky was also good. It meant he could make whatever he wanted.

starts to pull out all the different ingredients, working out what exactly he's going to make.

notices the shift in tone, and sighs. "Well. A vacation would be nice...I suppose."

hums. "Si. But I'm not sure where Veneciano's gone off to, so there's too much work for a vacation."

sighs. "Well...there isn't much than can be done."

guesses he could. "Well your visit counts, I'm sure."

bats at his hand. "Alfred..."

been wondering about that very much lately. "Am I? I can't...it feels like I'm stringing them both along."

hugs him back. "How?"

sighs. "Is there any way to avoid it?"

smiles at that. "Eating good food helps, si."

shakes his head, but it's clear he feels a little better. "Si, si, you certainly know what you're talking about."

him an exasperated look at the hair ruffle. "Si..."

been attempting to make it perfect. You can't rush food. "Almost ready to go in the oven." He playfully flicks some of the flour at Alfred.

bats at his hand, laughing a little. "It won't be a war, if you don't retaliate."

swats at him. "I have fought my fair share of battles, idiota. You won't win."