Cute.

Absolutely cute.

It was ridiculous to a certain degree, yes, but it was still cute.

Oz's gleaming emerald eyes watched, with badly concealed interest, Gilbert's every single move.

It was currently lunch time and today's main course was Spaghetti – under Oz's insistence – complete with large, succulent meat balls and a generous topping of creamy cheese that simply melted in your mouth. Oz's mouth was practically watering by the time the kitchen staff had set down the silver platters before each occupant at the table. Once again, it was just Oz, Ada and Gil. On some days they would be joined by Uncle Oscar, but he was currently out of town accompanying his brother on a business trip.

Ada had wasted no time and dug right in and Oz would've followed suit had he not spotted Gil staring down at his plate as if it were bringing him great misery.

At first Oz wasn't unduly worried. When Oz had told Gil that he was to eat all meals on the same table and at the same time as himself, Gil looked right about ready to faint before throwing a tantrum about how a lowly servant like him couldn't possibly dine in the same manner as the master. This went on for quite a while and Gil would always wear the exact same face as the one he was sporting now whenever he arrived at the table.

But then Oz remembered that he had finally convinced Gil that it was okay for his personal valet to dine within a ten meter radius and at the same time as his master about a week after that incident. Gil couldn't possibly be having doubts now, a month later. So what was the problem?

"Gil? What's wrong?" he had asked.

And that's when Gil, through great difficulty and an unhealthy dose of embarrassment, had confessed that he had no idea what the thing in his plate was or how to eat it. It was understandable, since it was the first time they were served spaghetti since Gilbert became his valet. Even if he did have the memories of his past life, spaghetti wasn't exactly a common dish in these parts so only the high class ate it and both boys were sure of one thing; Gil couldn't possibly have been from a rich family. They would've been searching for him day and night if he was, but no search parties were ever seen roaming the streets.

So here they were now, minutes later. Ada was already half done with her meal; an incredible feat considering that the girl was secretly playing with the kittens on her lap concealed under the elaborate table cloth. Oz, on the other hand, had barely taken a few bites out from his own plate for he was glued to the sight of Gil attempting to eat spaghetti for the first time in his life.

Gilbert dug his fork in the mound, following Oz's earlier example and swirled it around to spread the sauce, then shifted his grip to the end of the fork. He twirled the fork a few times, picked it up and brought it up to his lips – clueless, Oz noted – to the long strands of spaghetti trailing below the fork which simply made Oz shake his head in amusement. Oz himself had mastered the art of spaghetti-twirling when he was very young, so it was natural for him to find smug amusement in Gilbert's inexperience. Then, Gil must've noticed the trailing strands for in the next moment, he quickly pushed the sizable forkful of spaghetti into his mouth in fear that it would all slide off.

Oz watched with fascination as Gilbert's tongue darted out by a fraction every other second or so as he tried to pull in the rest of the spaghetti into his mouth; his bright golden eyes focused on the long strands as if it were the only thing in this universe apart from him, simply to avoid eye contact while doing what he assumed to be the embarrassing task of eating spaghetti for the first time. Oz knew that Gil was probably embarrassed because of the light tings of pink dusting the younger boy's cheeks, and he couldn't help but find the way his lips seem to form a pout adorable.

...There was really something wrong with him if he enjoyed watching another human eat, and found that said human to be adorable while eating.

Finally, the trail was gone, allowing Oz to get a clear view of the suddenly very alluring sight of Gil's gleaming lips. The usually rosy pink skin was glazed with a thin layer of tomato sauce, making them appear a sunnier reddish shade. Then Oz noticed a bit of the aforementioned sauce on the younger boy's cheek, and he chuckled.

"Gil?"

Gil snapped his head towards Oz's direction, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of some fast approaching vehicle, which made Oz chuckle again. The blond-haired boy leaned forward, wiped the sauce off with his index finger and promptly licked it off before grinning at his servant, who was starting to turn as about as red as the tomatoes that probably sacrificed their life in order to make the very sauce that Oz had just wiped clean.

And as Gil just sat there, slack-jawed and at a loss for words, Oz simply laughed some more.

I came up with this idea while eating spaghetti for lunch a little over a month back. Writing this was actually a little embarrassing since I had to put myself in Gil's shoes. Eating spaghetti while imagining a very fascinated Oz staring intensely at you would make you quite uncomfortable, believe me lol. And don't even get me started on Gil's facial expressions, or how I had to imitate them and hold them there long enough for me to describe them :')

Part 2 contains a parody of a certain scene from the movie 'Lady and the Tramp' ;)