 Bartholomew. Bartholomew? I was just about to warm some soup. Join me, would you? You're very generous, Father, but I don't... I can take it from here, Enzo. Thank you. Come along, Bartholomew. Grazie, Father. This was delicious. My mother's recipe. I tell you the secret, but she'd never forgive me. Well, I'd have no use for it in any case.