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“I find that hard to believe,” Gin chuckled. Their little dog was almost as much as Ginevra themself was, only falling short because he could not answer back. Still, they would not change him - nor would they change Orazio, despite how far things between them had shifted. He was still their friend, after all, and perhaps things had changed since last they saw him. While a part of Ginevra still wanted to run a mile, they weren’t the type to be rude without cause, and technically, he had done nothing wrong.
They shifted Enzo, moving him slightly so that Orazio could better reach him for fuss. “That was kind of you. I’ll make sure I repay you, I promise.” It was pennies compared to everything they had, the fortunes of the Medici and Farnese families, but they didn’t want to be beholden to him, even for something as simple as a cut of lamb. “I am well,” they answered, a short bob of their head providing confirmation, despite the shortness of the statement. “And… you? I have not heard news from Sicily for a while.” They had been avoiding it at every turn, but Orazio need not know that.
“RIce cakes?” They bit the corner of their lip, unable to deny their own curiosity. “Perhaps if we get Enzo to bark loud enough, the crowd may disperse a little? Then we could enjoy all the rice cakes we want.”
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"Your company for the rest of the afternoon is more than enough,” he assured, lessons of charm returning as naturally as his tendency to run from the responsibilities that laid before him. “I would value your opinion. Some people need to be knocked from their high horses,” he added with a slight grin, as he turned around to examine the row of booths surrounding them. Regardless of the awkwardness between them, he acknowledged how telling the Gin’s absence in his life had been. “I am fine. Agenesia delivered her litter and Vincenzo is being himself,” he answered, more excited about news regarding the tiger he owned back home than his brother. So much sorrow hung in the air of the Farnese estate and Orazio worried about his eldest brother. Hopefully, Rome would treat his family well.
“We could,” he nodded, a mischievous spark in his eyes. Relived he was able to step onto familiar ground with them again, he studied the crowd again. “I just worry someone stepping on him. As loud as he is, some people are careless. I seen how some of them treat their horses.”










