Breakfast was late because Renzo needed time to become a person again after the corridor floor situation, and nobody at the table was going to argue with that.
By the time he appeared downstairs looking mostly human, freshly showered, it was already mid morning. He sat down, looked at the spread of food on the table, and said "never again" with the absolute sincerity of a man who meant it completely and would definitely not mean it next week.
"Never again what?" my mother asked warmly.
"Celebrating," he said.
Marco laughed. Elena patted his hand with the sympathy of someone who had seen this before. I sat across the table and ate my eggs and focused very hard on being completely fine.
Dante was at the head of the table, scrolling through something on his phone and answering Marco's qu
