Artists Curse

Laetus only shrugged. "Don't worry about it." He told her as he lifted a slice up. "Tis yet another new experience." He said smiling as he took a bite. His smile stuck but one could tell he was holding back a disgusted groan. He swallowed fast and put the slice down.
"Well, I'm stuffed." He said quickly, leaning back in his seat. Was she convinced?

Laetus shook his head. "I said it was on me. If i didn't wanna risk not liking it, I would have gotten half and half." He paused for a moment, then smirked.
"I will take you up on that cake though. Teach me to make it too and I'll call us even."
He scooted into the booth to make room when she swapped sides. When she sat, he turned to her smiling. "Is that a deal?"

Laetus smiled and patted her head. "I get it. Glad I could help... Lots of people seem lost when they first get here. Like I said before, I was born and raised in this kind of world. It can be hard to adjust to. I'm happy I can be here for you."
Seeing he wasn't eating, the waitress brought some bread sticks to the table for them. She quickly waved off his question before he could ask, telling him they were freebies. Laetus smiled and popped one into his mouth. It would quickly disappear bit by bit until it was gone and replaced with the next. This guy can't lie well when it comes to food. He was starving!

Laetus stopped and tore off half of what must be his fourth or fifth bread stick and took a sip of his soda before giving a sigh as if he hadn't taken air in the whole time he was eating. Then he finally answered.
"I... suppose so. Never really think about it to be honest. If I'm hungry, I tend to assume the same of those around me." He took another sip, talking with the straw in his mouth. "And if a pizza is all it takes to claim that title, I think I can handle it." He told her with a smirk.

Laetus tilted his head in confusion at the odd staggered way she said that. Was he missing something? He shrugged it off and continued to eat.
After downing another few bread sticks, he stopped, seemingly satisfied for the moment, though he may have simply stopped because she had.