Grumibae
'Clemens have you been in horto?' asked Grumio.
'Yes, man I have.' replied Clemens. 'I was sharing the banter with Clemens, my main man.'
'Bantasaurus Rex, eh?'
'Archbishop of Banterbury and HMS Bantafore.' Agreed Clemens. It was easier to talk to Grumio than Quintus.
They made the bread sticks and stood outside the villa in the evening sun handing them out.
'Hey, Clem,' said Grumio, 'I need a nickname. Like, other than Grumpio.'
'Grumpio is bae though!' Objected Clemens.
'Nah, I need something fresh, original. Hey- you said bae. How about: Grubae?'
'No, bro! Grumibae has a much nicer ring to it!'
'Grumibae it is!' Declared Quintus, coming round the corner, discus in hand.
'How were the Baths, bro?' Asked Grumio.
'Good, man, great. I missed my bruvas from uva muvas though!'
'Oh! Bro? LYSM man!' Grumio comforted him. But we had to make bread sticks, see?'
'Great, man!' Clemens leaned forwards, 'Can I have one? C'mon you know I love your cooking- but no more microwave olive tarts!'
'Yeah bro. Anything for you, bro.' Said Grumio.
The three walked inside to perform special breadstick-purse rituals.