Realm of Opportunity

2-8: Kitchen Gossip

^^ Otto ^^

--- Mama/Sage Dorian ---

"Hmph! I am Miss Sage, and my sister is Miss Zoë. You may tell us apart simply by our accents, but if that's not enough, simply ask, until you get the hang of it. No more of this Ma'am nonsense! Now, taste this." I held out a spoon, dipped in my nearly-finished stew.

"Wow! That's kinda like Mama Mia's stew! Bit tangier, though, like something's..."

"Mm. It's not finished. You'll take me to this Mama Mia, as well. I must see if she does cook Siciliano... or if she's a fraud..." I muttered dangerously.

"Sage, Italy doesn't exist here. She can't possibly be Sicilian." Zoë said logically.

I paused. "Hmm... Vero... ah well. I'm hungry anyway. Boy, are you hungry?"

"No, I ate-"

"Okay, sit down, I feed you." I ignored his answer, and plopped a bowl down in front of him.

"Uhm... thank you, Miss Sage."

"Hmph... now where did you get those bruises, boy? And what is this Ares Familia? A Cult?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh! No, no, it's my Family! Ares is our Patriarch." He attempted to explain.

"Oh?" My voice dropped dangerously, and I leaned closer to him. "You are mafioso, boy?"

"Uh, I-I don't know that word!" He said shakily.

I huffed softly. "Jesus, St. Joseph and Lady Mary, boy! Mafia! Familia!" I snapped at him.

"Oh! Right! Yeah, I mean yes miss Sage. That's what it is. The Familia's."

I hummed. "Good. Now, your Family, who is Don, the Capo?"

"Don... Capo?"

"The head of the family, gives orders!" I snapped again, louder.

"Oh, that is Ares, he's the head of the family." He leaned back.

"Ahhh, I see, the Capo is named Ares... and my son? Whose Family is he in? What is his job?" I asked, pouring stew into his bowl.

"Uhm... he's a Mid-Level guy, right now... he mostly, from my understanding at least, does small contracts, and runs with Johnny, like when they took this place over... and that's where I got my bruises. Your son is a very... capable, man." He explained again.

I sniffed derisively. "Hmph. My son, a mid-level bruiser in the Family, non, this will not do. Who does he have to fight to get to the top of this Family, hmm? You say you are Level 2, what Level is my son?"

"Also Level Two, though he just got there... no one has ever gotten up here that fast... it's actually kinda scary. The number of people he took down to get there, in such a short time..." the giant of a man huffed, then grinned. "He's a bit of a Monster, actually."

"How many? And taken down, did he kill them?" I hummed, tapping my cheek.

"About 100, 120, and Not that I know of, but a lot, jeez, most of them are crippled for life." He answered.