bundled up in a duvet on his sofa, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He'd caught a flu and would.. just entertain himself with some movies...
blinks wearily up at him, the corner of his lips automatically quirking into a weak smile. "Ciao, Alfred.. I'm just a little sick. Maybe_
not the most fun time to visit for you."
closed an eye when the other put his hand to his forehead, squinting up at him. He was a bit warm, but he felt cold so he was covering_
in his winter duvet. "Sì, something like that. Aah, that's very kind of you, but it must become boring for you.."
blinks up at him a little, slowly comprehending all his questions. "No medicine, no. How nice of you.." He frowns lightly in confusion._
"What is 'dumplins', Alfred?"