Just because he wasn't going to eat didn't mean he was going to not drink his coffee. Another image of Joe 'tsk'ing at him popped up in his mind's eye and he hid his smile in the foam of his drink.

"It sounds beautiful...but probably a little too quiet. I grew up in Genoa, which has never really been small. Not as big as here, of course, but it's a port city. New faces every day and all the cultures and habits you can possibly think of. I had hoped to go back there after his funeral, but.." He shrugged a shoulder and took another sip of his drink to hide the pain in his eyes.

"It didn't work out. Horses sound nice, though. I've never been around them, myself. Gioia here is the closest I've ever had to a 'pet'." Under the table the dog perked her ears at the sound of her name, but she didn't move.