"I almost wish it was a lasagna-flavored soda," Gladio remarked with a laugh, but, alas, a cursory Google search pulled up no satisfactory results. And now that Nell's attention was successfully diverted from her book, he dropped an arm around her shoulders to pull her in for optimal couch snuggling. "It's actual lasagna. There was a whole thing with a cat at the store protesting Mondays. No, I have no idea what any of those things have to do with each other, but, hey. Free lasagna. I'll take it."