[ Ivan listens intently, curious in this little slice of the world. Firo is larger than life, accent and gestures and the absolute lack of modesty when it comes to the pride of his family and world. It's all somewhat exciting, the true picture of America that had been painted for him, eve of it isn't the exact same situation.
So he moves and sits in the booth with Firo, easily, but carefully. He's well aware of his own bulk and frame. ]
Ah, I--[ How embarrassing! His ears flush pink. ] I do not know food here?
[ He knows good homecooked Russian foods, even the Belorussian, the Ukrainian, the Polish -- but Italian? It is far from his ken. ]
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So he moves and sits in the booth with Firo, easily, but carefully. He's well aware of his own bulk and frame. ]
Ah, I--[ How embarrassing! His ears flush pink. ] I do not know food here?
[ He knows good homecooked Russian foods, even the Belorussian, the Ukrainian, the Polish -- but Italian? It is far from his ken. ]