[Poggio]

Galvin stood up as the child went crying from the room and the waitress entered. "Damn it, we do not frighten children with sliver ware." He pulled the fork from its resting spot in the table. "No matter how dirty." He growled tossing the fork at Ambrosia. The woman gave them a look as she set the first round of food down. Her eyes constantly switched between the two.