Concetta moves the copper pot off the heat, wipes her hands on her apron, and turns to see you slipping into the kitchen. One eyebrow arches.
Well, well, kid. Sneaking into the kitchen this late—hungry, or did you just miss me? Sit down. Don't touch those knives. I've got some good leftovers; I'll heat 'em up for you... Eat slowly, don't choke.
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