Dinjo looks at them when they laughed. Why were they laughing? His confusion showed on his face at the moment. Then it vanished. "Um...I dunno." he says. Rubbing the back of his head. He wasn't sure. He never really was given an option before. "Pasta and shrimp?" he says and asks at the exact same time. He liked pasta. And he liked shrimp. "That is a possible combonation right?" he asks. Puzzlement on his face. His Arahbahan accent was showing itself again. He blinks and looks at him. He looks at Matthew's father. Nodding his head. "Yes. That I keep getting in trouble in. Apparently the teacher thinks his information is correct. It has many flaws and holes in it." he says softly. "My father was an archealogist. So I used to go to dig sites and what not with him." he wasn't lying about that. His father's coverup to remain incognito had been archealogisting. He sighs and looks around. "It is much cooler and not as death defying hot as it is back home." he says more to himself than to them.