From: che_bel_viso	Date: January 10th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)		(Link)

There was nothing better than a surprise care package from home. Nothing. Well... maybe something, if this was a usual care package. Vinnie's mother normally sent him baked goods, or new socks, or pictures of his siblings and some candy, just to show she missed him and she cared. There were definitely some things better than that.

But not for this one.

Nona must have cooked too... In this package was a veritable feast. Homemade pasta with homemade sauce, hand-made meatballs and sausage, Good crusty Italian bread and garlic bread, antipasto, bread sticks, tiramisu, zeppolis, and an assortment of other goodies were packed carefully into a box, notes from his family, jars of sauce, and an assortment of ingredients for making his own food. It was like Italian heaven in a box. The only thing missing was a soccer ball. Vinnie's mouth had watered juts looking at everything.

Naturally that night he set himself up with food in a corner of the house common room, instead of seeing what culinary adventure he could go on in the cafeteria. It was way, way more food than he could eat (even though the Beauregard boy could eat quite a bit) but Vinnie didn't mind. Leftovers were always amazing.

	From: almost_famous	Date: January 10th, 2011 01:17 am (UTC)		(Link)

It didn't take long for Brody to locate Vinnie. When there was Italian cuisine involved, particularly tiramisu of all temptations so great, walls of steel couldn't keep her away. She swooped in without hesitation, stepping up behind the chair he had seated himself in, her hands grabbing his shoulders.

"Vincenzo, darling.. I shoulda known I'd find you at the end of this," she said, laughing a little and giving his shoulders a playful squeeze. "Trying to start 2011 off with a stomach-ache?"

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: January 10th, 2011 02:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Feeling hands on his shoulders, Vinnie almost jumped. When you were as involved in eating as he usually was, someone doing that was rather startling. As it was, though, Vinnie didn't startle often, or grandly. So all Brody got to see was a surprised expression on the Italian boy's face as he turned around.

"Well, if it isn't one of my favorite Quodpot players. Brody, bella, don'tcha know I have an iron stomach? Besides. This is Nona's cooking. Nothing her hand has touched would ever hurt me. You're welcome to find out for yourself, though. I got an extra fork, as it so happens..." With this much food, and the food being so very good, Vinnie always had extra utensils. You just had to be prepared in situations like this.

	From: almost_famous	Date: January 11th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

That was more of an invitation than Brody even required. Grinning, the red-haired girl moved to the chair beside him, pulling herself up to the table with glee, and reaching for the nearest free fork. "Always a man after my own heart, you are," she assured him, reaching for a slice of bread. Taking a bite, she could barely suppress a groan. Perfectly toasted and so garlicy, perfect.

"Vin, I think I just had a breadgasm, holy shit."