[ Varian asks good questions. That one stumps Alberto a moment, pausing as he finishes whipping up some pesto and herbs. His eyes search the ceiling thoughtfully as if he'll find a good answer up there. He does not. He's never bothered to research how pasta itself is made. He just has researched recipes on how to make it. He hums in thought to himself, then sets the pesto down with a loud thud, shifting gears rather abruptly. ]
Let's find out!
[ He flings open a cabinet, revealing a wide collection of glass jars of all sizes and contents... but indeed, the whole bottom shelf is just various types of pasta in tall, clear canisters, all crowded together. He pulls out a few different kinds — trenette, rigatoni, capellini, farfalle — and spreads the jars out unceremoniously across the table for Varian to inspect. Then, he reaches over Ruddiger with a long stretch to snatch his phone up from where it'd been sitting on the table in front of him, the phone still playing opera aloud, and quickly googles "what is pasta made of," before laying the phone down flat in front of Varian on the table with a showy wave of his hand to present the search results. ]
Ecco— Pasta's made out of that. Then you boil it and add stuff and it becomes amazing.
[ He just... leaves all that without any further explanation, either, and returns to the stove. This is maybe starting to seem like Varian did not stumble across a natural-born teacher... but Alberto sure has the confidence of one. The good intent is there? He continues his explanation offhandedly as he shleps the pot off the stove and dumps its contents into a copper colander over the sink, a huge cloud of steam billowing up around him as he does. ]
That's the Any Question Ever Answer-er, by the way — another feature on the Everything Machine. ...It's as it sounds. More or less.
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[ Varian asks good questions. That one stumps Alberto a moment, pausing as he finishes whipping up some pesto and herbs. His eyes search the ceiling thoughtfully as if he'll find a good answer up there. He does not. He's never bothered to research how pasta itself is made. He just has researched recipes on how to make it. He hums in thought to himself, then sets the pesto down with a loud thud, shifting gears rather abruptly. ]
Let's find out!
[ He flings open a cabinet, revealing a wide collection of glass jars of all sizes and contents... but indeed, the whole bottom shelf is just various types of pasta in tall, clear canisters, all crowded together. He pulls out a few different kinds — trenette, rigatoni, capellini, farfalle — and spreads the jars out unceremoniously across the table for Varian to inspect. Then, he reaches over Ruddiger with a long stretch to snatch his phone up from where it'd been sitting on the table in front of him, the phone still playing opera aloud, and quickly googles "what is pasta made of," before laying the phone down flat in front of Varian on the table with a showy wave of his hand to present the search results. ]
Ecco— Pasta's made out of that. Then you boil it and add stuff and it becomes amazing.
[ He just... leaves all that without any further explanation, either, and returns to the stove. This is maybe starting to seem like Varian did not stumble across a natural-born teacher... but Alberto sure has the confidence of one. The good intent is there? He continues his explanation offhandedly as he shleps the pot off the stove and dumps its contents into a copper colander over the sink, a huge cloud of steam billowing up around him as he does. ]
That's the Any Question Ever Answer-er, by the way — another feature on the Everything Machine. ...It's as it sounds. More or less.