Admittedly, cooking had never been one of Ezio's strongest suits. Certainly, he had learned a few things from his mother when he had been a young child and absolutely attached to her hip. But considering all he had found so far was a pot and what looked like some sort of root vegetable he had never seen before, his prospects weren't looking exceptionally good.

She made a strange sight indeed, dressed far more like a noblewoman than someone who should be toiling around in a hot kitchen. But when she spoke and offered him some of the food she was preparing, he knew he would be absolutely foolish not to accept.

"It is kind of you to offer. Grazie."