[ Alberto's silence is so profound. He just stares flatly at the camera for a long moment, before responding in a thick voice. ]

...No. I would never make pasta without salt water.

[ As if he's abhorred by the very idea...! He rolls on nonchalantly, his eyes drifting upwards in thought as he talks. ]

So that's out. No pasta. What aboooouuuut— Soup? No. Uhh— Oh! Can you eat seafood? What about oysters? Cuz you can just eat those, no nothing, and I mean, it's not like they're in the ocean anymore.

[ Alberto's really struggling with this concept, Danny. A taller order than he expected — and now, a challenge to prove his culinary capacity. ]