[Poggio]

Skeptical of Zosa's assessment he pushed both their bodies into the stove and pinning zosa he leaned past him to pluck the spoon from his resting place. He spooned out some of the soup, and blew on it, tasting it with his lips he found it had warmed under his breath. The professor lapped a little before letting the spoon dip and it contents spill on Zosa's shoulders. “Hmm, it seems I am being clumsy.” He said in his profound way before taking a mouth full of the soup off Zosas shoulders. “It seems salty enough to me.” He added diving for seconds.