๑ Sette ๑ Action & Phone ๑ Multiple Choice

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[A. In the morning, just after 9 Romana can be found zipping around town on her shiny red vespa. People of Mayfield, watch out! She's Italian, what are road laws? So yes there is a high chance she'll come close to hitting you, though at the last second she'll always stop, or avoid you. Good reflexes.

B. Later, closer to noon there's a phone call]

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C!

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[ Ezio still doesn't know wtf with phones. He keeps asking the woman who's supposedly his wife about all these weird things around the house and she doesn't really answer his questions at all, just kind of laughs about her weird little husband and bakes things. Hence his wandering a lot. And hence his being bundled tight in a pea coat right now, standing lingeringly at the sidewalk and fixing Romana with a long and curious look. ]

You seem at a loss, madonna.

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[Romana glances up, her instinctive reaction to correct him. So she does.] Signora, not madonna. The man in the house isn't my husband in anywhere but this town.

[That settled, she glances over him again, tapping the ash off her cigarette. She can't feel the bond that she usually would with one of her people, but he used Italian so that must mean...] Italiano, sì?

[The query about her obvious confusion is ignored. She may have started drinking, but as of yet she hasn't consumed enough to truly loosen her tongue, not with a stranger.]

Beep beeppppp

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[Slams to a stop, turning to look back at him. Oh an adult, good, she can be angry]

Idiota! Get off the road!

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[He should know the risk!

Slightly annoyed look] Of course I am. What were you even thinking though, look at how close you are to the road!

[expiatrice]

Italian? That would be refreshing to have, especially in a place like this. Are you considering setting something like that up, signora? [Not native, but her accent is faint; she's fluent.]

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Si, my cugino and... fratello asked me to help them with it... So I decided to ask before letting them do something that is such a big task.

[Curiosity is gotten, maybe she's just one from the families that left her] Are you Italiano piccola?

[expiatrice]

Really? That's quite a few family members you have here, for both good and bad. Still, I think that it would be a good idea. If it's okay though, would it be possible to ask you about a few recipes? I'm an okay cook, but there are no decent Italian cookbooks here. I'd be willing to pay too, if you would need to set a price for them.

[...Hm? That's a strange term to be called with. ...Unless...?

She'll ignore it for now.] I'm not, signora. I'm born French, but I've been living in Italy for the last five years or so. [More like headquarters was there, but close enough.] What about you, if I may ask?

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Technically... technically they're not my family... It's complicated bambina, I won't bore you with it. But I'd be happy to help you with a few recipes... everyone should know how to cook good Italian food.

[Unfortunately, when you reach Romana's age, anyone that sounds remotely young is called little...]

Ah... Francese... [Silence for a few beats, and then a slightly apologetic and pity-filled tone] Well, we can't all help out nationalities, I'm sure you're in no way like Francia. But you're enjoying Italia then?

[Oh hey, a question] Myself? I'm Italia, piccolo, well half of it at least.