[Poggio]

Galvin put on a small smile, taking his napkin he set it in his lap "I will be fine, I have survived rougher times then this, I am sure it will go away by the end of dinner." He was delighted not to have to speak, and the waiter came back setting a complementary bowl of nan and a pot of Masala Tea in front of them, before handing each one of them a menu.