Keldor is not even going to ask what makes something "Italian", or even what an "Italian" is. These are Radley's world things, and things he can ask more about some other time, once he's done with the menu.

There seems to be a fair bit of spice involved in some of these things; mainly in the Mexican and Spanish sections, and while he's not capsaicin-adverse, he really doesn't intend to light a bonfire inside his mouth. Something more mild is called for.

"This sounds ideal," he says, pointing to something from the Italian section. He recognises pasta when he sees it [he's become something of a regular at the Smoliv Garden], and figures that something this saucy-yet-not-at-all-spicy will do as a starter.