[Poggio]

When he woke it was mid afternoon, and AMbrosia had somehow gotten a paper. Rolling over to his side he looked at the other amused before pushing off the blankets. Galvin tried to slide off the bed with out the other noticing but it seemed whip cream was not a proper cure for real food. He swayed to the kitchen and finding the ingrediants he bought earlier cooked both him an Ambrosia an omelet.