[ Surprise flickers across his eyes as he just stares at him. Oh, Noel. You poor child. ]

Yare, yare. You must have live a terrible life with thoughts like that.

[ He shakes his head at him. ]

Where do you think happiness comes from? A quality of life.

[ You can't just accept things because they're free. At the end of the day, it's better to have a few nice things than a lot of crappy things. ]

Ravioli with crostini.