Ah. He's slowly beginning to understand a few of these words. The "san" is hung onto names like a scholar's title or a friar's OFM or... "Oh it's Isabel Giovanni actually," Cesare munches. "Donna means 'lady'." He eyes the dwindling heap of olives with a regretful sigh. "She's... I don't know. She was blown onto these shores, it seems. From Venezia. Venice. - You wouldn't happen to have a few slices of prosciutto di Parma for me?"