It was a soft breezy day on the country side of Italy as a small town was seen showing some little life for a change. As merchants came in and out of town selling their goods to the locals that lived there. A door was seen opening to a small house out in the outskirts of the town. As a a boy came out carrying a load of clean laundry that needed to be hung out to dry. Milo was not happy as he grumbled muttering, "Honestly isn't laundry a woman's job? I could be finishing off a painting right about now. But no she says treating me like some form of slave..." He grumbled as he hung the clothes up on the line. This took about a good twenty minutes since he wasn't used to doing such work. Making sure there wasn't a wrinkle for his sister to see to pitch a fit about he carried the basket back inside and set it back in the back room. "Hey Aleka the laundry's hung is it time to eat yet!" He called toward the other room where she was working.