[He stays pressed close this time, their noses bumping together, so close he can feel Bruno's hot breath gusting against his cheek.]

Stay at home, huh.

[He assumes. Maybe. It's very hard to know what Bruno's saying in detail, but years of living across Europe means he's got a pretty good scattered knowledge of common words among the romance languages.]

So I'll be our breadwinner. You can cook for us. But you gotta make sure you let our girl get both her cultures. Italian and French cooking. No making her love Italian food more. Promise?