[Poggio]

He took the time to think about his nefarious plans as he washed bark and more flour out of his hair. It seemed like every time they played the resude remained in his locks for days. He grinned breaming at the thoughts of their lovely little abode and a garden where Electrias roamed free and the smell of pie cooling on the window. Once he was finished he called Zosa back up stairs. "Zosa what do I wear here?"