Walking down the long, decrepit hallway, you had made your way to Cioccolata's office. Putting your ear to the door, you listened closely to make sure you weren't interrupting anything. Knocking on the door, you heard a faint "Enter." coming through the thick, worn down Oak door. As you peered inside, you had found Cioccolata working on his computer, with Secco at his feet. Looking over at you, he put on a grin too wide for his face, and quickly changed to another tab. "Hello, my child..."