Ezio liked dark chocolate as well. He liked rich, intense flavors - tiramisù, for example, and something like black sesame gelato or wine sorbet. Semolina fritters for the winter times. And he knew the best places to get such things, back in Florence. Sometimes he missed his hometown quite a bit. His family sent him care packages, but it wasn't the same as being there.
"I hope you have found yourself a dark chocolate bunny, then," he grinned crookedly, a half smirk. "And bite off the ears first." Or start at the feet? Perhaps even just biting off the head? Everyone was different.
The mention of tarot also intrigued him, however. "Are you planning to read your cards today?" He could not recall if he had ever experienced that before, not personally. Though he once knew a man in Milan, a shop owner who painted the cards by hand - it was fascinating.