Mono listened with interest once Ignis started to explain what the little squishy looking squares were. Eyes darting to the pasta again with a renewed curiosity. “I didn’t even know what ravioli was.” Be it pumpkin, beef or cheese, it was all new to the boy. Every time Ignis gave him stuff to eat, or showed him something, it wasn’t something the boy knew about. It was telling of the lack he’d experienced, perhaps, but he couldn’t help that.

The question gets a quick shake of his head. “No, I kinda only ate cookies and the cheese and crackers since I wasn’t sure what they were.”