Mono certainly hadn’t had much of an education in his short life, his reading skills were probably well below his age level considering he’d only been taught lessons briefly at the orphanage until everything had gone south very fast… At least if asked, that would be the impression someone might get from whatever strange answer he gave. He had the vaguest idea of that time… But like many things from the earlier days of his life; they were fuzzy at best, and sometimes things seemed different…

The child perked up a little at Ignis’ offer. “Yeah? Um…” The kid eye’d the table for a moment. He had been wondering about something. “The squishy looking square things, what kinda food are they? People seemed to really like them.” He asked, pointing to the ravioli curiously.