[Poggio]

The thought of having two weeks of Kavi cooking made him perk up and smile, though he hopped his mother could not see it. Stirring his soup he remembered the thumb print cookies and wondered if Kavi would make more. “I am not that bad of a cook...” He said mockingly pouting at the two that were conspiring against him. “I am just...” His face blossomed into a smile. “well smart enough to get other people to do it for me.” Digging in once more he let his mom and Kavi talk about recipes while he thought about the up coming Christmas. “And what do you want for Christmas?” He found himself asking Kavi.