[Poggio]

Idly he opened his mouth, at some point during his vacation, it turned into the future and he this time tomorrow would be a Garagin. There was some much to worry about and yet so much would be put behind him. He chewed on the dry meat and found himself laying in Zosa's lap with the platter on his stomach as they rocked. "Zosa... now that I will be a garagin, and you married, do you think we can have our own place on the island? It seems... wrong to have two grown men sharing a twin bed and to be... in love."