Hello, Mrs. Largo. You might not remember me we met briefly a few months ago. I'm Wednesday Addams, Luigi's friend. I just thought I'd drop by and clear some things up. Luigi and I are NOT a couple, or even thinking about each other in a romantic way. Despite what everyone around us (especially Pavi) thinks and says Luigi and I are just very close friends.
Si, si I understand. But-a you know, friendships have been known to become more than friendship between two people who-a are close. And-a you are-a the only person (male or female) who-a has been able to actually get close to Luigi and live so long.
So, I think that-a maybe you two are-a closer than-a you think.
i’d forgotten how much little vic is my headcanon for little nathan
tell me that is not the kind of reasoning that might eventually lead to “you know i want my daughter to be safe i will poison her and keep her inside forever yes good” as an adult
[[Headcannon accepted. lol]]
Oh..I can’t stay upset at-a you. I just hope you-a remember me when-a you’re not busy. Because I like-a talking to-a my grandbabies.
alizziebitsweet: “Oh my god, yes. Yes please.” She was basically brimming with happiness at the thought. Sitting down at the table, she took another sip of her coffee. “It’s really nice that you do this, you know. I’m pretty sure my mom or my uncles dont do much to thank you for it.” She said that as if she wasn’t entirely spoiled rotten as the rest of them, but alas, she had inhertied a sence of morality from /somewhere/. A pinch of manners, too. Mostly, however, she was exactly like her mother. With a few diffrences, like, noever having a cosmetic surgery. Which Liz secretly prided herself on.
“No I like doing this. I-a miss making big meals.” Antonia said sprinkling some salt in the water. “It-a makes me feel good that-a I can help my family.” She frowned a little when she mentioned her other grandchildren. “Well…Luigi and Pavi try to-a help from-a time to time but-a they don’t have-a the patience for cooking. But Luigi cleans up for me, making sure the tables cleared and-a Pavi makes sure that-a I have everything I need. And-a they both-a love my cooking, won’t stop talking about it. Carmella,” Nonna Largo sighed using Amber’s “real” name as she never thought of her as Amber and never would. As she talked she shredded some Parmesan cheese with a grater until there was a small pile on a pate.”She doesn’t much-a care for-a my food or-a my company, no matter how-a much I-a try.”
alizziebitsweet: “This might sound a little boring, but I really like ravioli.” Her mouth started to water just at the thought of food. To accompany that, her stomach groweld violently. “Especially with lots of cheese.” Liz’s thoughts went to her mother, who would object to Liz eating cheese in the first place. /It’s too fattening/ she would say. “Lots. And lots. Of cheese.” Leaning up against a counter, sleep still lingerd from earlier, so Liz poured herself a cup of coffee, being sure to add plenty of cream and sugar. To spite Amber, of course.
Nonna smiled at that. As it just so happened she had made a three cheese ravioli two nights before and the uncooked product was in the freezer. “Coming right-a up. Would-a you like some-a parmesean on-a top of-a it as-a well?” Antonia put a medium pot on the stove and filled it with hot water and waited for it to boil.
She honestly could not fathom why Amber was so look obsessed, and why she’d put her daughter on such a strict food regimen. Liz was a growing teenage girl. She needed the vitamins and nutrition found in good food. Especially calcium. Which Nonna was more than happy to provide for her. It would just be a little secret between great-grandmother and great-granddaughter.
repo! the genetic opera largo siblings
pavi, amber, luigi
Even though they-a don’t often behave themselves (and-a break my heart some-a times) They’re still my grandbabies. And I love them very, very, very much.