You... you're too old to be a scout. I think.

[And... favorite food? He looks genuinely puzzled.]

I... I like. Um. Pasta. Like those... um. The cheesy stuffed pasta kind? I don't remember what they're... called.

[He tenses up a little, hunching his shoulders as if he's trying to disappear into his shirt.]

B-but they're expensive! S... so don't bother. I... I'll eat whatever...

[Because he is hungry and he doesn't want to eat a stranger's food, but he doesn't have money so it's either risk being kidnapped and poisoned or whatever or die of starvation.]