[Poggio]

He had forgotten how hot the greek isles could be but was quickly reminded as he and Zosa scampered over throngs of heated bricks to find a place that would serve the shirtless, shoeless pair. The professor did not have much time to rebraid his hair making him feel both uncomfortable at the weight, but like a mythical swamp beast that had emerged from the sea. Oblvious to locals, He sought out a place that would allow them to eat only to came to a stand selling Gyros. "Zosa if you would like I can carry you." He offered finally taking note of some of Zosas uncomfortable ness around the locals had returned.