Edgeworth released a heavy relieved sigh from the top of his lungs. He was worried that Dimitri would go into the whole issue of ‘not being old enough’, but it seemed that his one suggestion of being close friends tided him over, and so he was content.
“Very good.” He nodded. “I will order dinner in a few hours. There is a nice Italian shop that opened not far away from here. They make pasta and lasagna fresh every time you order.” He paused, adding, “Have you ever eaten it before? If not, you simply must.”
“Stay away from things like pesto sauces, antipasto and olives until you get more used to it, however.”