[Poggio]

When his lips parted to protest, they were greeted with a kiss, the warm boxes and a standing solider pressing up against him. He pulled back taking the boxes away from Ambrosia. He wanted to eat off the man not scold him with yellow curry. Taking a deep breath he had little seconds to regain his wits. “Go put the dog up, and I will get our picnic ready." Instead of putting the food on the counter he stuck the hot meal in the refrigerator.