[ Alberto just shrugs dismissively and hums to the beat of "I dunno" at the remark about the dip in quality, taking another large bite of pasta. ...L-Look around... He could hang a sign that says "pawn shop" outside his front door and probably make a killing by accident. He's not in the slightest concerned with quality, functionality, or artesian work. He likes stuff. ]

I'unno where that is. But I never heard of anywhere but Italy — or any language but Italian — before I came here... So I'm right there with ya.

[ Except Varian's quite a few steps ahead since he, y'know, knows of the world. Never mind that. Alberto points his fork at Varian, raising his brow quizzically. Not a great host, having never really... done this before... But he means well. ]

What's "Corona" like? Sounds fancy. What'd you do there?