If there were ever to be a time that someone would ask her about Italy, the young mix-blood wouldn't know how know to respond. 

The reason being Italy wasn't a country you simply could describe in words, not because it was so majestic or awe-striking, but because it was so distinct in its essence and style to her eyes that if the person who asked was not Saki herself, he or she would have a very biased skew of what she was talking about. People tend to not understand that communication was rather pointless for that very reason. For example: 

Faceless Japanese Local School Girl: [b]"Sa-sa-ki-chan!!! How was your day!"[/b]

S.I.N: [b]"It was light and pleasant despite my heavy breakfast. I'll have you know Italian cheese cake is the best way to start a day, it's rough on the tongue but it does have exceptionally delightful aftertaste. If anything I would say that cheesecake itself is what made my day so great!"[/b]

Same Faceless Japanese Local School Girl: [b]"Uuuuuwah~! I wish I could have some Italian cheese cake, it sounds so exotic!"[/b]

Stop. 

While Saki had described how absolutely wonderful the cake had been, the Japanese local still has no idea what the cake tastes like, yet she couldn't help but drool at the sound of it. The school girl had simply interpreted Saki's happiness and tastes to be similar, if not equivalent, to her own, thus bringing to light our dilemma. The girl simply and automatically made the assumption the cake was good, that it would make her day as light and pleasant as Saki's. 

But Saki's happiness was not the faceless school girl's happiness, or anyone else's happiness for that matter. 

So why communicate at all then? 

A soft clink brought the foreigner back to this foreign land, one to which she had the luxury of exploring once over already. 

The large, but surprisingly humble town of Trespiano was a place that took on a cool indifference to the political turmoil of the world. Sure, the place probably had a few loose pegs in its foundation and skeleton buried away here and there, but at least those details didn't forcefully grab your attention. It was a place where the ignorant and the casual adventurers remained out of harms way, a place where curiosity and keen sense of detail could leave one collecting maggots in the gutter. 

It was the sort of place that Saki was generally really fond of, so explains her unprecedented return. 

Her eyes met the expensive white china with interest, exploring the contents that found itself on the well kept wooden table. 

[b]"Your espresso."[/b] a voice chimed over her shoulder. 

Looking up she found the young Italian waiter smiling. 

Acknowledging the service Saki silently reached into her pocket before pulling out a few crumbled bills and placing it into his coat pocket. 

[b]"Thank you."[/b]

Their voices rang in unison causing surprise to catch him for a brief second. Then it was back to the usual loving smile, one that was perhaps slightly more lovely than the last. 

Lifting the cup and its place she stared at the dark liquid with curiosity. 

What had she been thinking about again? 

A few seconds passed as the girl tried to regain her train of thought. After a few minutes passed she gave up, her eyes once again wandering around the buzzing market place with an intense interest. 

Maybe it was the physical intensity of her thoughts that manifested themselves physically that always pressed her to scowl... 

Casting the notion aside, she let out a small sigh before taking a sip from the cup. 

She cared too much about her thoughts to acknowledge such a theory.