Strawberry-Cream

"Was it necessary to scare zhat woman and probably bring up zhe whole block against us?"

Sylvaine comments, deciding to stay a bit away still though.

Patrizia gives a slightly surprised, but grateful nod to Aubrey and remains seated then.

"Thank you for the courtesy, signore Aubrey."

"Ah, a nap, I am looking forward to that too." She chuckles mildly, just like a young, beautiful woman should sound, while finishing her dish, neatly folding her hands in her lap afterwards, waiting for everyone to be finished before she collects the dishes and stuffs them in the dishwasher.

"Ah, thank you for looking signore Aubrey."

Patrizia then gives Garth a nod and a "Grazie." and takes her seat last, positioned at the head. She then looks at each one in turn for a brief moment, and there is no expression of her taxing you at all, but a pleasant courteous brief look. She then proceeds to lower her head slightly, fold her hands and starts:

"Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli,

sia santificato il tuo nome venga il tuo regno,

sia fatta la tua volonta,

come in cielo cosi in terra.

Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano,

e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti

come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori,

e non ci indurre in tentazione,

ma liberaci dal male.

Amen."

After which she gives a short warm smile and takes up the cutlery, signalling it is quite alright to eat now - and you don't have the feeling she would be offended if you didn't know whether to cut the Spaghetti up along with the escalope or neatly roll them up on a spoon eating them alongside.

"Uhm, is zhere anything we are wanting to do that vould... "come back to us", excusez-moi?"

The woman doesn't appear lecturing or attacking, rather... uncertain... like... actual a charming distinct feel of a chaotic: "oh god what did I get myself into...".

"On a second thought, you could fetch some knives, and perhaps get the pasta inside while I see to the escaloppi..."

Says, and with seemingly routine carries the hot food inside, starting to serve it although noone is present yet, arranging the escalopes - having received a tasty, moist cheese-and-ham overcoating in the oven - atop of some Spaghetti. The salad is missing for now, but that might not be a problem to most here anyway.

"Ah, and pick a nice vino perhaps if they have any here."

She then calls out a bit louder to Les, Garth and Jin-Jin too:

"Ragazzi! The dinner is ready, pronto."

She does not really sound demanding or authoritive, it comes over just natural, and those more familiar or sensitive to such might guess it's just common. And besides, the way she rolls the R with native words just sends pleasant shivers down one's spine.

"Bof, I don't make any mess dans mes... at my flat any-way-e. So I really do not see zhe point... I mean, vee are not at université anymore vhere sharing a flat togezzer is hip."

She gives a rather disapproving look to the house, that changes though again as it seemed rather tidy.

Having gained her contenaince again, Sylvaine takes a look around while proceeding to walk, asking:

"So, which-one is zee one for us? And why vould vee be supposed to stay ere? I ave a very nice flat in North Sheridan..."

"Mille grazie, but I think the worst is over."

On the stack of dishes she is carrying out next thrones the H&K MP-2013 that was poking out of her bag. She gives it to Aubrey, it seems rather new-ish and seldom used so far (probably only for sight-alignment and a bit of target practice, but who knows).

She then proceeds to neatly arrange the dishes and cutlery, casting a glance to a clock.

Patrizia raises a brow somewhat disapprovingly overhearing the talk, probably not making out the words though.

Wiping her hands with a towel, while the smell of food starts to drift out from the kitchen, she walks to the living room seeing what each one is up to, leaning against the frame of the door. She then addresses Aubrey as he seemingly seems to be slightly more serious.

"Ah, signore Aubrey, perhaps you would have a look at my weapon, too. I am not too adept with all the... technical aspects of it."

She starts setting the table meanwhile, having given up on the plan to let Jin-Jin help in any way after she so bluntly ignored her first request.

With a flashy movement and twist of her hand, Sylvaine gets her new sunglasses out of her bag, letting one bracket (?) swing open in the movement. A very classy and hip gesture, until the swift movement lets it slip out of her hand and she has to quickly grab it again, luckily before it hits the ground.

"Mon dieu...She says with a nonchalant, disarming grin before pacing the glasses on her nose finally.

Sylvaine gets out too, slinging her back over her shoulder, looking around, noticing a towing sign...

"Ah, nous sommes residents ere? Veeeery vell."

She looks around trying to decide whether it's enough light to wear the stylish sunglasses she bought this morning, or whether it's too few so she would appear trying to show-off...

While starting to prep the escaloppas with a bit of salt and pepper and considering just how much about of prosciutto and formaggio would suit the american taste (probably a lot...), Patrizia says:

"Ah Jin-Jin, be a dear and bring this to signore Aubrey, maybe he likes to check it as well." pointing to the gun in her bag.

OOC: time check?

Sylvaine smiles happily as she takes in all the multicultural melting pot... oh, wait, no, the political correct term is salad bowl these days. Melting pot would mean they'd sacrifice their identities and form something homogenous after all, while in a salad bowl, every of the different ingredients adds its own taste to the overall favor...

"I really shoud try-e and take zhis route avec mon vélo some temps..."

Patrizia gives a mild chuckle at the peck and the comments, and as apparently everyone is hungry, she lets her bag rest on a chair for the time being having stripped down some of the clothes - like the headscarf and stola. She starts preparing - opening up this or that, getting acquainted with the tools present, while obviously not minding that the mouth of a submachinegun is poking out of her half-emptied bag.

"Escaloppa Bologna, ah, that is con formaggio e prosciutto..."

Lugging her bag in, Patrizia raises a brow at the guns lying around. She then takes a look around, chuckling at Jin-Jin's excitement, after all with 8 beds for 4 people, everyone can have the position he or she likes.

She heads to the kitchen as well, examining it, heaving her bag on the cupboard and starts unloading it. There's pasta, olive oil, various assortments of fresh sealed-in ingredients, even scaloppa, tomato mark, whatever you can imagine a good italian cuisine needs. Looking sideways to Jin-Jin, she smiles:

"Piano piano, ragazza, we will eat together a bit later."

Sylvaine shrugs, but apparently in assent. Better to let someone who knows the place decide the course of action, and better to not object to that Hector as long as it's not necessary.

"Bof, and per-aps zhey ave some snack there..."

First looking with surprise, then disbelief, and finally amusement, Sylvaine watches the parade pass, asking casually:

"Does zhat appen often here?"

"I guess I vill freshen up a wee bit aussi." , says and starts to struggle out of the foam chair into the restroom, looking over the garments, adjusting a little here and there. She'd change into something less elegant too, but well, she's not at home. After applying the final touches with a little make-up from her handbag, she smiles and winks at herself, then giggles amused and playful while getting out again and waiting for the rest to be finished. She quickly asks Corrie - after all, girls should know about such - "Do I look alright?"

OOC: Okay... slacks are not too formal leisure pants, so much I know... but wtf is a beater (imho s.th. to clean a carpet...?), and a pendalton?

Nodding a farewell to the employers saying: "I suppose that was all." , Patriza turns back to the car and gets in, closing her umbrella only when holding it out of the door as not to get too much from the acid rain. She chuckles slightly to Les: "A little curious, are we?"

She then stifles a yawn behind her hand, nodding in approval to Jin-Jin.

"Given the fact I was still in Palermo yesterday, getting some, ah, how do you say, beauty-sleep isn't too far from my thoughts either."

With the tired yawn and her face for a moment showing her exhaustion, one is once again reminded that she's still of a younger age than her demeanour seems to suit to.

"Surely if they were operating here, their services would not be that uncommon as to attract overly much attention?"

She says with a slight shrug.