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He was quite impressed by the kindness the artist had shown. It was more than he was expecting and the man had even offered the little of the clean water he had to the beggar who had stopped by without notice, claimed to be Jupiter and asked for water of all things.

Hearing about the wine, however, caused him to crack into a smile. With a small motion of his hand, he took the water and had refilled the empty water jugs located in the other room as a means of thanks.

"You had mentioned that you are an artist, signore? Mind sharing any of your recent pieces?" He took a sip of the water before taking the seat that had been offered to him before. Wandering eyes glanced around the room in hopes of seeing just the next greatest masterpiece.

“Certainly, hold on just one moment. You may come in if you like while I try to find some available. My workshop has plenty of paints, but little food and water I am afraid.” He beckons for the man to come inside, closing the door behind him as he tries to think to himself where he put any glasses he may have had. 

“Feel free to have a seat if you are tired,” he said as he made his way over to a cupboard, finding one small cup available and dusting it off. He left the man alone temporarily as he went into another room, and soon came back with a half full cup of water, handing it to him gently. 

“Mi dispiace, I do not have much clean water available here. Most of the water is used for cleaning and preparations. For the most part there is just wine stored away.” 

The beggar shrugged, "it doesn't hurt to try. Do you have water to share?" He coughs a bit, testing the heart of the other.

A man of jokes, I see. What reason would Jupiter himself have to come see a poor humble artist such as myself? 

Bearing the form of just a common beggar man of the other's era, he merely replied with what he intends on the other to take as a joke, "none other than Jupiter himself."

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Ah, Benvenuto, another visitor it would seem. I am Sandro Botticelli, and what is the name of my guest, if I may ask?