KatherinWinter said
Roxy shook her head. She didn't know what they would do to the red head but she wasnt likely to be up to teaching when they were dine with her. "Teach whatever you know best unless the adminstration tells you otherwise. Feliuce is in the kitchen. You can go talk to him."
"Thank you." Kido gave another attempt at a smile before walking into the kitchen.
Back in the kitchen, Felice was looking over the quesadillas already prepared, surprised that they had managed as many as they did in the time they had been in the kitchen. After Roxy had left, he had continued cooking, vaguely listening to the conversation as best he could...which wasn't all that well, actually. He had caught a few things, but not very many, not enough to repeat back or even have a complete grasp on the current situation.
"Felice?" The grumpy looking boy turned to see his slightly shorter companion peeking in the doorway, looking a bit worse than he had expected. He sighed, giving another irritated seeming frown. "Yeah, what is it?"
Kido smiled slightly. "I was thinking about teaching a class later today. I was told that I could, so I want some help with a demonstration. Do you remember the poem I showed you a few weeks ago? The one that we had to recite?"
Felice raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"
"I think it was called
Kuiskaus, He Katselevat. I'm pretty sure that was the title."
"...Bene, ma ricordami i versi di le tre mezzi stanze. Dopo il introduzione. The poem is too long for me to remember the whole thing all the time."
"That's okay, I'll help. I also need some lines from the one you showed me, so lets practice those."
The taller boy nodded. "As long as I don't have to stop cooking, then. We still need a few more of these."