[Poggio]

He flinched until he realized his roommates words had died away. Once again he turned his attention towards the soup and began stirring it. There was something oddly habitual about being near the stove. Robin found himself humming as he scurried about, lucidly thinking of a stone hearth instead of his modern day electric stove. His idle musings was paused when he needed to reach for a bowl. His roommates continually placed the objects on the second shelf just out of his reach. Turning off the stove, Robin abandoned it in favor of climbing to get the items he needed.