(2018-05-07) A La Familia
"I'll just out with it, to spare you some agony. Congratulations, Livino, you're to be married."
elizabetta pcname 
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Summary:
Elizabetta informs Livino of what he must do…for the family.
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livino pcname 

Elizabetta is a lucky girl. Well, woman. Why is she a lucky woman? Because her office in the family palazzo is at the base of the tower but is still part of the architecture of the rest of the structure, freeing her from the concern that Hanno's workshop exploding will result in her iminent death by crushing. She's at her desk, working through paperwork with meticulous care as the sounds of construction and enterprise function as background noise she's not even conscious of after all these years. She casts a look at the door expectantly, lets out a sigh, and pours herself some wine. She may need it. There's a second goblet. Livino may need it.

When the note arrived that Elizabetta wanted a chat, Livino should have felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Unfortunately, he's completely unaware of what is waiting for him. His leather apron is covered in wood dust, his fingers stained in ink when he arrives at his older sister's office. Giving the door a tap before entering the office proper. "Ciao, Betta." he offers with a glimmer of warmth offered in his smile.

And then he notices the second goblet, and his brow goes up, causing his forehead to wrinkle. She wants him to stay for a while. Moving to grant her cheek a kiss, he settles in at the chair across the way. "How may I help you? Need some new furniture?"

Elizabetta lets out a wry chuckle, she half stands from behind her desk to return the cheek kiss and settles back into her own chair. "No need for new furniture, unless the creative spirit moves you. She pours the second cup and hands it to him. "Have a swallow, then I'll tell you the business."

Elizabetta lets out a wry chuckle, she half stands from behind her desk to return the cheek kiss and settles back into her own chair. "No need for new furniture, unless the creative spirit moves you. She pours the second cup and hands it to him. "Have a swallow, then I'll tell you the business."

"It's that type of news. New contract? Is there a deadline?" There's a flash of excitement in Livino's blue eyes as he takes a seat and draws from the wine as he settles into the highback to get comfortable. "There has not been much of a market for my primary talents - have you found an interested party?"

Livino continues on as if it's the best news to get at the moment. "I have been wanting to try something with the counterweights on the trebuchet - I think I can get a little more force in the initial launch, with some minor modifications."

"Interested party is an interesting turn of phrase." Elizabetta says enigmatically, sipping from her own goblet. "I'll just out with it, to spare you some agony. Congratulations, Livino, you're to be married."

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The wine that was about to touch Livino's lips dies on his tongue at Elizabetta's words. And then he sets down the goblet and there's a laugh. "Married? Me? That's surely a good jest!" he offers to his sister. "Married. Why would it not be Hanno? After all, should he not be preparing heirs so that you can have that life of adventure you always wanted?" The confusion is clear in his features. Clearly, his dear Betta is pulling his leg?

"Because Hanno gets along better with his tools than he does with people." Elizabetta says frankly, in a tone that suggests he already knew what her answer would be. "You know this is how things are, Liv. Her name is Rossana, she's a daughter of the Gaspari. We need them for their access to international supplies, and they need us for what else? Our innovations."

"And I was chosen as the sacrifical lamb." Taking out his small whittling knife, Livino has close to a sulk as he picks at his nails with the point of the blade. "Do you know anything of this woman I am to be married to?" he asks her quietly, trying not to look up at the possible betrayl. He was supposed to remain single so he can build and build. Worrying on his bottom lip, he glances up to her. "Sure that I'm the right one for this, Betta?"

"Eventually I'll be on the altar myself, 'Vino, or rather, in front of it." Elizabetta says frankly. "I've seen her portrait. Apparently she's been trained as a brutta hunter. She's formidable, as I understand it. She'll be coming here, so your pursuits for the family and your work can continue."

"That is a small relief.." And when Elizabetta describes her, there are a million different possibilities in his head. And then Livino gives a dry laugh and his smile, just for a moment, is wry. "She sounds more your type than my own, Betta." The comment is made in a light tease, but she can tell, the loyalty to his family has him accepting the decision that has been made for her. "Will there be a formal introduction, or will be made at the wedding altar?"

"Formal introductions will be made, and you'll have time to get to know her a bit before a ceremony." 'Betta replies, giving him a rueful grin. "I'd not be so cruel as to make you wait until the very last to know what you're getting into. I'll have something arranged by the end of the week for there to be a meeting. The Gaspari are good people, though. A good family."

There's a nod at that, one of resignation. "Then I accept this gracious formality of marriage, sorella, and ensure that you are a proper zia when the time is right." Livino lifts his goblet in a small toast. "To new trade, and the growth of our family." And if she accepts, he'll be dowing the rest of the goblet quickly enough.

"A la familia." Elizabetta croons, and matches him to the gulp. "Look at it this way. You're not so much giving up anything as you are gaining something. You stay with your family, you continue your work. She has to leave her family, and well…I'll let you sort out her pasttimes with her. "

"I am sure you and her will have more in common than she and I." Setting down the empty goblet, Livino rises to his feet. "I suppose I should visit the tailor to ensure I have something proper to wear for our first meeting. And to make a gift, perhaps. To welcome her." With a shrug of his shoulders that hides the small slouch there, he moves to give his sister's hand a squeeze. "Make sure to spare an extra prayer tonight." There's a small smile at her as he releases her hand to turn to leave.

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