Oliver Twirl
Oliver was just staring into space. That smell. The warm gooey smell of pizza baking in the oven was just so captivating for the young boy. However, bringing him back into his senses was the feel and sound of his stomach rumbling. He blinked a couple of times and looked over to Rosie just when she had called his name. He blinked a couple of times and then leant into her, looking at the menu over her shoulder. "Uhm... I don't mind. Something big. Get extra big pizza with lots of stuff on it. Mmmm..." Again Oliver smelt it and felt his hunger increase.
"What kinds of things do you want Rosie? I mean, what food do you like?" Oliver asked her, looking into the menu and reading every little detail. He understood that kids didn't have to pay at things here. Well, that's how it seemed anyway. How would they be able to pay anyway? It wasn't like they were earning money doing anything around the island. In any case, he wasn't sure. If the waiter suddenly gave them a bill, he'd be at a loss...