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."