"It's good, if you like fish." It's still sounding wrong. "I mean, Portugal's known for cod fish based dishes and stuff, right." He fidgeted, tapping his fingers on the arm rest connected to the door. "I wouldn't mind having it again." Meaning hell yes, let's go get Portufood one day.

He was really starting to get impatient, though. It probably went to show just how often he was in a car--or a vehicle in general. Or maybe it just showed that hey, this eleven year old was more excited for this than he was currently letting on. "How much longer? It's not supposed to be very far away."