action!!

[Honestly, he still isn't sure what to expect. He's able to make some half-decent meals out of the shit supplies at the Spaghetti Shack. But if this guy who's supposedly the personification of Italy is making food, it better be goddamn majestic.

So here he is, decked out in his usual affair, hands shoved in his pockets as he approaches the cart.]

Hey.

I'm the one that asked for the pizza and wine.

[pauses. ah, what the hell--]

Give me some black cherry and dark chocolate gelato, too.