[Poggio]

"Suit yourself." with a fluid shrug, Galvin fell into silence. Unlike the other He thought of middle class food as an indulgence, one that he couldn't not readily get. A slow smile spread on his face as he gingerly he dipped it tartar sauce before sliding the warm morsel into his mouth. His lips clamped down on both the breading and his fingers sucking up all the juices and the excess sauce that trickled down the curves of his mouth. Slowly with his eyes closed slid his fingers out of his mouth draining them of any of the tangy sauce and the warm ball settled into the pit of his stomach.