[Poggio]

Even in its simplicity the house was grander then anything his parents had bothered to own. . Like so many things Ambrosia, it was clean and sterile. Most of the items appeared like relics in a museum that were begging to be touched. He was led straight to the kitchen where he and the driver emptied the bags on to the counter along with the box. Galvin was quick to put it away surprised to find the electricity worked in the house. Once things were in order Galvin found himself leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest and a bemused smirk on his lips. “Well chef aren't you going to cook me dinner?”