Rome had just insisted that you had come to his place and tried his homemade panettone, so, begrudgingly, you agreed. Cooking was one of Rome’s passions, and it overjoyed him when you, one of few words or expressions, agreed to be his taste tester.

You and him were fallen nations, living in a paradise in the afterlife which Rome dubbed “Paradiso”. It really was a paradise.

“Oh, oh! You’re here!”

He excitedly opened the door for you, with a bright grin plastered on his face.