Daisy swallows the last of her pasta and settles back in her chair, satisfied and happy. Feliciano was sitting next to her, as was normal for these occasions, with Chiara on her other side. Lovino and Antonio were further down, and had barely touched their pasta- well, at least their own. Daisy hadn't been paying attention enough to know why, but the Spaniard was currently wearing both of the Southern Italians' dinners as he stood, yelling at them in distress. "Chiara- Lovino-- Por que--!? You know how badly tomato sauce stains-- auuuh, now I remember why I don't bother to dress up for dinner..." He groans, dabbing at the offending red sludge with a damp napkin as the twins laugh. Daisy smiles sleepily, quite accustomed to the rambunctious energy of their particular dinner table. When the laughter finally dies down, she stands, partially to collect the dishes and partially to create a clever diversion that spares Antonio from further verbal abuse. It works. For about four seconds. She smiles apologetically as she picks up the broken pieces of china from the floor, tossing them away and setting the two surviving plates in the sink. Walking back past the table, she taps on her twin's shoulder, but Feliciano is already fast asleep in his chair. He doesn't wake, even as Chiara delivers the final blow to Antonio with a couch cushion to the face, so the youngest Italian shrugs and trots off to the room she was sharing with her sister. The window is open, letting in the sounds of cicadas and warm, muggy air. The sun hasn't quite set, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. Closing the door behind her, Daisy crawls onto the bed, burrowing beneath the thick cream comforter. Her head sinks into the pillow, blankets that still carry a musty farm smell pulled over her nose. As her eyelids flutter closed, the sound of a familiar voice coming to mind. "Venezia, you have to promise me something, alright? Now listen close. Grandpa wants you to grow up big and strong. Don't become a big empire, just stay small and strong and support your family. Have a big heart, Venezia, and stay happy and free. Can you do that for me?" Looking up from her painting, the young Italian sweetheart smiles. "Si~! I promise, Grandpa Rome~" He laughs, hugging her to his chest and ruffling her hair. She giggles and protests, the familiar scent of fields and horses rolling over her as he kisses her forehead. "Good~ are you hungry...?" His voice fades as the memory becomes a quiet, dark, dreamless sleep, but the feeling of him watching over her lingers until Chiara wakes her much later in the day. It would seem she'd done something wrong earlier, since the other Italian was hitting her with a couch cushion instead of waking her gently as she was prone to when seeing the innocent girl asleep. When Daisy sits up sleepily, Chiara hits her again for good measure. "I /told/ you not to tell Antonio, dammit-- what--..?" She's interrupted as the sleepy girl hugs her around the middle, resting her head on her shoulder. "Ve~...ti amo, Sorella~"