[ And - amazingly enough but to no surprise to any Italian - pasta may just save the day. She literally had one foot out the door, but it stays right there, and nothing else of her moves, save for her raised eyebrows. ]
... You did?
[ Huh. Well. She takes a moment to sniff the air - there is a distinct smell of... okay she can't really even guarantee it's pasta, but SOMETHING is being cooked. Ten years of having NOTHING TO SMELL kinda highlighted everything when she came back to planet earth, so it's rather hard to ignore now that she's noticed it's there.
Processing. Debating. One can almost see the gears working together in her brain behind her eyes.
Okay. He made pasta. If he had only planned to make it for himself, surely he wouldn't have told her. And she is hungry.
Perhaps on some level, him telling her this - and the basic need for any living thing to eat - is smacking some sense back into her. But then, what had everything else been about? If he doesn't like her, why does he want to eat with her?
Is he just being overly polite and - HA. She's not even going to finish that thought. Listen she loves Alberto dearly but he's not exactly the most well polished apple. So, maybe, just maybe, it's not a case of him not liking her.
It doesn't quite answer any questions, but hey, he doesn't hate her! You don't eat pasta with people you hate! She'd never eat pasta with General Lunaris or Magica De Spell or whatever stupid new enemies Scrooge somehow made during her time away! That's sound logic! She's going to take this as a win! ]
... It does smell good. That'd be a waste if I didn't stick around to eat my share. I haven't had pasta in ages.
Although as she straightens herself out, smoothing down her pilot's jacket standing in the doorway and awkwardly clearing her throat, there is the little matter of... you know. Nearly breaking down into tearful hysterics in front of a small child. What do to about that? Why, do what the McDuck family does best!
SHOVE THAT NONSENSE DEEP DOWN AND PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED. Sure, maybe it means she'll explode later at a different time, but that's future Della's problem! So! She claps her hands, FINALLY closing the door behind her - cold as the dickens in this place by now, what with the open door and open window - and taking this distraction and never letting go. ]
I'd love to have some. Thank you very much, Alberto.
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... You did?
[ Huh. Well. She takes a moment to sniff the air - there is a distinct smell of... okay she can't really even guarantee it's pasta, but SOMETHING is being cooked. Ten years of having NOTHING TO SMELL kinda highlighted everything when she came back to planet earth, so it's rather hard to ignore now that she's noticed it's there.
Processing. Debating. One can almost see the gears working together in her brain behind her eyes.
Okay. He made pasta. If he had only planned to make it for himself, surely he wouldn't have told her. And she is hungry.
Perhaps on some level, him telling her this - and the basic need for any living thing to eat - is smacking some sense back into her. But then, what had everything else been about? If he doesn't like her, why does he want to eat with her?
Is he just being overly polite and - HA. She's not even going to finish that thought. Listen she loves Alberto dearly but he's not exactly the most well polished apple. So, maybe, just maybe, it's not a case of him not liking her.
It doesn't quite answer any questions, but hey, he doesn't hate her! You don't eat pasta with people you hate! She'd never eat pasta with General Lunaris or Magica De Spell or whatever stupid new enemies Scrooge somehow made during her time away! That's sound logic! She's going to take this as a win! ]
... It does smell good. That'd be a waste if I didn't stick around to eat my share. I haven't had pasta in ages.
Although as she straightens herself out, smoothing down her pilot's jacket standing in the doorway and awkwardly clearing her throat, there is the little matter of... you know. Nearly breaking down into tearful hysterics in front of a small child. What do to about that? Why, do what the McDuck family does best!
SHOVE THAT NONSENSE DEEP DOWN AND PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED. Sure, maybe it means she'll explode later at a different time, but that's future Della's problem! So! She claps her hands, FINALLY closing the door behind her - cold as the dickens in this place by now, what with the open door and open window - and taking this distraction and never letting go. ]
I'd love to have some. Thank you very much, Alberto.