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The man smiled shyly at Emily's words, wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.
"He understands English, though," Emily added quickly. "And he can speak basic English well enough to get by."
Von focused his attention on the food in front of the man, trying to repeat the name on the man's tag in his head. Marcello.
Like the others he had seen today, Marcello didn't have a special skill via [Inspect]. Before Von could even pick up a fork, the chef gestured proudly at the rich, hearty bowl in front of him.
"I make for you the Pappardelle with the wild boar ragù," Marcello announced with an accent. "Is-a handmade pasta. I cook the meat slow, very slow. You eat, Capo. You like."
When Von took a bite of the dish, his eyes widened slightly.
The depth of flavor was unbelievable. The pasta was perfectly al dente, and the meat completely melted on his tongue.
