Muffled snorts escaped her, watching him so evidently confused. She put a hand over her mouth. “A tomato?” she said, tone a little warped by the attempt to hold in her laughter.
He twisted to face her, smiling softly as he shrugged. “I could…put it in the pot with the pasta?” He shrugged helplessly, features twisting in raw bewilderment as he tried to seek out the right ingredients, before crying out, “I can’t find any pasta!”
She put her head down on the table and virtually exploded into laughter. “You have /no/ idea what to do, do you? Oh god. Isaac.” She laughed so hard tears came to her eyes and she was reduced to snorting breaths.