"Mm, no, not aged...not really? It wasn't very old, I think. But it was..." Lucas pauses, and then leans forward a bit almost conspiratorially, voice actually dropping slightly. "A pasta of--unspeakable circumstance."

It might sound like a joke, and yet his expression is entirely serious--before he sits back again, relaxing almost immediately and rubbing at one of his arms thoughtfully.

"Had some, before. Only kind of pasta I've had, I think? It was pretty good...I don't know how they cooked in the unspeakable circumstances, though." It sounds sort of difficult...he's pretty sure he's not at that kind of skill level yet. "But--there's noodles, and a sauce with tomato in it, right? Maybe we could make the pasta without the past, too..." A beat. Lucas glances up at Frisk as the thought finally occurs to him. "--Are there--a lot of other kinds of pasta?"