[Poggio]

Niaz sneezed, thinking it was an effect from the flour. He had been baking another cake when his mixer decided to get angry at him and sporadically work when Niaz was not prepared. The man set the machine aside, coughing and waving at yet another cloud of flour. He abandoned his project picking up two bowls from his cabinet and spooning out some rice and curry for the both of them. On a saucer he placed some freshly backed nan. He grinned at Yuki and then noticed his little companion. He pulled out once last smaller saucer and gestured for Yuki to follow him. He lead them to the complex's roof that had been converted into a garden and patio by many of the people living inside the apartment. It was dimly lit by left over Christmas lights hanging from a metal vine fixture, were grapes were suppose to grow. There was also a picknick table. “Sorry my table is often to messy to eat at.” He said sitting the food down.