Ariel blinked a little as Amadeus started on a scenario of just why those tiny houses were awful. But nothing he said was overtly terrible because he had lived it before. "Trying doing that with no electricity or running water and about six people living there." Because that was how he'd grown up - ten years living that exact life.
Bigger huh? He listened with a vague sort of amusement. Having lived at the edge of that volcano for so long, he thought of the dangers then and now but it had never really amounted to much even if he did worry about it all disappearing in fiery ash. He clicked through the different images for the properties but he seemed to be growing colder, more distant as he did like he was folding in on himself.
Mamma, vivremo mai in una casa come quella?
Un giorno, piccola mia, quando vivremo in America.
Ariel asked with a faint tremble in his voice, "Anything newer than that?"