"Couldn't live without my telephone," Natalie said with a shake of her head, putting some sugar in her coffee. "I need my technology at all times."
When the food was mentioned Natalie paused with her mug half to her mouth, eyes widening a little. "Really? Homemade Italian food by an Italian patron saint? That's got to be amazing."
"Tomorrow morning-" Natalie looked at her watch "-okay, tonight still, by now, I have to take this guy to Taranto and kill a few hours there. And then after that it's Milan, Turin, and Naples. I think I might be involved in some shady criminal dealings but... don't ask, don't tell."