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"...It could be better." He said after a small silence.

He nodded in agreement.

Personally, I prefer Italian.

He rose an eyebrow.

"Italian? We should go out to an Italian restaurant together, then."

He immediately shook his head, looking away.

No--never.

"Why not?" He asked, confused.

He rose an eyebrow.

"...is there a reason?"

Why should I leave? He stared at his plate intently, not eating.

He just shrugged slightly, realizing Mimey was reluctant to say anything more.

"Alright, then."

...If you brought back Italian, though, I suppose I'd be happy to eat with you. He glanced at Cecil, his expression impossible to identify.

His expression lit up slightly.

"I'll get some for dinner, if you'd like."

Mimey found himself unable to hide a smile; he nodded.

I'd like that very much.

"Okay!" He said cheerily, smiling as well. "Italian it is!"

What's your favorite pasta? he asked, trying to make conversation. Unfortunately, the sign for "pasta" looked oddly like "position".

Cecil stared for a few seconds.

"...Can you repeat that?"

He repeated the gesture, raising an eyebrow. Which, in retrospect, probably looked more like a come-on than genuine confusion.

Cecil swallowed and shifted in his chair.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"...So, do you like being a mime?"

Completely confused by the sudden subject change, he nodded slowly.

"Why?"

He did Cecil passionately up the ass.