[Well, pleased to be dismissed, Red's first order of business is to zoom straight over to the microwave alongside Green. That's where the pasta is! Red reaches out to grab it from the counter, not bothering to cover his hands to protect them from the heat. Because he's Red.]
A-Ah! Ow... [Wincing at the burn, he'll adjust his hold without dropping the dish. Red walks it over to the table, setting the pasta down and sitting in a chair himself as Green requested. Before starting to eat, Red will pause to cast a glance back toward the counter.]
...Something the matter, Green? [The pasta. He's. He's eating it with his hands again...]
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A-Ah! Ow... [Wincing at the burn, he'll adjust his hold without dropping the dish. Red walks it over to the table, setting the pasta down and sitting in a chair himself as Green requested. Before starting to eat, Red will pause to cast a glance back toward the counter.]
...Something the matter, Green? [The pasta. He's. He's eating it with his hands again...]