[Poggio]

Only convenience saved him from having to retort anything as a waiter brought by a round of wine glasses, allowing him to sip while Ambrosia and his parents, bickered? Talked? It was hard to tell if the repertoire was their every day dinner lingo or if the younger Garagrin was taunting his parents and if the apparent distress was a result of snobbery or acting. It was like watching a highly jeweled beehive become agitated simply with words. He held out a glass for Ambrosia and once his hand was free he relocked his arm around the others. "Not so low, that my head does not know its place, but please I know enough about Ambrosia, I am curious about his family. I think I would like to hear the wonderful lies from the mouths that speak the truth." He said with a charming little chuckle.