[Poggio]

“Dude, work is not a gift.” he said “Its more like slave labor but its not a gift until you are doing what you are passionate about, then its a gift.” His words did not save him from getting a playful smack against the side of his head by his mother. His small smile seemed to grow as he tsked his roommate. “It does not work that way. Its a surprise and come hell or bad sweater its a gift.” Since his plate was nearing its end and he was doing nothing more then rolling a lump of clam around, Fabio offered to take the rest of the soup back into the kitchen and started to clean. “Hay Kavi, if you want you don't have to get me anything but” He was glad his roommate could not see his smile. “When the farmers market opens up again, I want a strawberry short cake.”