Felice quickly went about cutting up the quesadillas to be served as soon as there were enough, still speaking to Kido in Italian. It was generally easier for him to use, anyway, even if he had to translate from the shorter boy's native language as well before he responded. At least he only had to translate one side of the conversation. Almost halfway through cutting up the quesadillas and placing them on plates, though, he went quiet with yet another realization. "Kido," he addressed the boy, effectively cutting off the string of very quick speech he was listening to. "I think you should use a different poem after all. Nobody here knows that language as far as I know. Besides me, I mean, and I can't pronounce about half of that at times." 

The auburn-haired boy's eyes widened as he realized that Felice was probably correct. "Oh. Is that so? I should have remembered that..." He bit his bottom lip slightly as he tried to come up with a solution to the problem. "I kinda liked that poem, too...Maybe with a translation? Hmm...I guess I should try to remember an English poem instead. I'll save that one for if we have time, though. Maybe it can still be used for something." 

Nodding briefly, Felice placed a plate of food in the other boy's hands and turned him toward the door of the kitchen. "You do that. I need to get back to work; we've already wasted too much time." He let out a small huff as the other boy looked back over his shoulder before exiting into the cafeteria to eat. "That moron. How exactly does he even expect to teach a class?" The slightly taller boy shook his head as he returned to fixing up plates. "Ugh. I'm sure that I won't be the only one with a headache by the end of this..."