Raffaello smiled a bit himself, welcoming the feeling of having somebody he could truly call a friend for once. His gaze followed Vincente to the window, peering out of it past his cousin to the fields themselves. There was some real potential here, far more than any that the Terranas could ever hope for.
"Thanks for the tip. I do have my uncles old repeater rifle, though it locks up at times. As for moving things, there's only so much a Sabre can carry, I traveled light." He told Vincente, suddenly noticing a delightful aroma from the table below him. Shifting his gaze back to the table, he noticed the plate of food beneath him; a stew of some sort, full of hearty meats and root vegetables, with a glass what seemed to be a tea of some kind sitting beside it.
"But for now if it's alright with you.. I think I'd like to stay and eat a real meal for the first time in weeks." Raffaello continued, grabbing a pile of the stew with his fork and shoving it into his mouth as if there was no tomorrow.
"Make yourself at home, kid." Vincente replied, grinning. At last, the Alderez family was beginning to piece itself back together...