/nods, smiling widely/ Si, I think so as well. It’s been too long since we’ve had you over. /sneaks his hand over to Lorenzo’s, squeezing it gently before letting it go/ Come into the kitchen, let’s see if my family has assembled yet. Perhaps Clarice could use some assistance…
/trails after Giovanni, following him through to the kitchen in the back of the house/
It’s amusing you think that I could offer her some assistance in cooking, falcone. Though I seem to remember you being quite the passable cook… that soup you made for me once, after I was ill. Or rather, I didn’t die from it, at least.
/blushes/ Ah, Maria made that soup actually… Or Anetta? One of them did…
… /blushes more/ Petruccio… is not a fan of my cooking. I’m good at listening however, so if Clarice wishes to direct me about the kitchen…
