"Culinary Arts, hm? If it's...alright with you, I may pop in to see. I could use a bit of practice..."

Giovanni chuckled when Raikov asked about the small redhead asleep in his father's lap, breaking the tension with it, "No...He is a rather deep sleeper, unlike I." Although his own sleep was getting increasingly deeper, "He could sleep through a Space Shuttle taking off 50 feet away." Nevermind that was hardly a safe distance to be when it took off, but the point of the noise stood still.