"Grazie." Cesare briefly goggles at the culinary sleight of hand, then steals an olive. The largest of them are almost big enough to be from Ascoli. And while Xellos turns to the nonna, he dips an index into the oil. Oh yes. As good, at least, as Nonna Pellegrini's best from Umbria. And as long as Xellos isn't looking, he steals bits of the sprigs of rosemary, too. Perfetto.
"No matter whose, it was a good idea, Messer Xellos," he munches happily.