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Her laugh made him smile. It was cute, and it was girly but it wasn't high pitched and annoying. And it wasn't really loud. It was just...cute. "It happens to me all the time, if it makes you feel any bette." He really wasn't lying about that, since it was rare for him to do something like open a jar, or a soda, or anything with food or liquid inside of it and not get it all over the place.

Another 'thank you' was repeated as he took his drink, a bit nervous about where she had placed her soda. He was thinking that it being so close to the edge could only end disasterously, since the both of them seemed to be so clutzy...or, well, maybe she wasn't clutzy, but she did say how she usually spills things alot when they were at the Leaky Vauldron, so maybe that did count as clutzy. He didn't want to say anything that would seem rude, though. So, he just turned back to her and listened to whatever she had to say, staring down at his own small helping of single flavored pasta. "It's pretty good I guess. Doesn't taste much like octopus, even though it looks like it. At least, I don't reckon it does. I've never eaten octopus before."

He twirled the pasta and placed some in his mouth, taking a very small amount to chew because he didn't want to have his mouth be really full and have sauce drip down his shirt, or have too much food in his mouth and...augh, it would just be awrful.

He shook his head a little bit as he placed his food down on the counter. "I've never really dealt with fire slugs before, but I'll take your word for it." He turned back to his pasta, and began to move it around. He was mentally kicking himself for being such a bore, but he really was trying. So, he took a small sip of soda and then looked over to her. "So, uh...do you ever go to Brazil? To help your Dad with the fire slugs, I mean. Or for anything else, actually, doesn't really have to be the fire slugs, obviously."