[Poggio]

He did not take in as much as Ambrosia. His appeitite was not one for the finer things, as much as it was for salt. Cleaning the rim of his mouth he made sure that there was nothing a miss with either of them before they returned to mingle with the family. It was mostly an hour filled with different ways the others could cleverly drink, insult and nit pick at each other until finally the bells rang in the new years. He was happy when they managed to escape and as they slid into the back of the maybach he watched the illuminated sky. "You know, I could kill your family on the grounds for how snobbish they are but I believe they have already died." With no more expectation of him he slid into his favorite seat and gave Ambrosia the first kiss of the new year.