Rudolph made a face at the pill and refused to take it. "I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs." It was a simple dish. Probably more American than Italian at this point, but he did not care. He loved the meatballs from this place and that was exactly what he wanted. Not the pain pill that Rassa was offering. "No. I will not take it. The pain isn't that bad." That was a mild lie, but he would still refuse to take it. Just cause it did not make you sleepy, didn't make it any less dangerous. "I have a low tolerance for the meds."