[At some point, a basket comes to rest at the door that serves as the entrance to a trio of rooms on the second floor of the Joestar Mansion. There are no names attached, but given the marigolds and yarrow woven around the handle, and how it practically overflows with chocolates and pastries and other sweet comfort foods, there's little question who it came from and who it's for.
But that's not all there is. Underneath all the food is a layer of trinkets and baubles: a chain, gold, the links too heavy and bulky to serve well as a necklace; a sharp, angular pair of sunglasses; a pendant, fashioned in the image of the sun; a ladybug charm, matching the one on the second watch he carries; a zipper, metallic and shiny atop a few leafs of classical sheet music; a small toy airplane that fits in the palm of a hand.
And underneath all that, is a fired bullet, warped from impact, dug out from the wall of the shooting gallery and attached to a small metal ring, through which a silver chain that is fit to be a necklace is threaded.]
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But that's not all there is. Underneath all the food is a layer of trinkets and baubles: a chain, gold, the links too heavy and bulky to serve well as a necklace; a sharp, angular pair of sunglasses; a pendant, fashioned in the image of the sun; a ladybug charm, matching the one on the second watch he carries; a zipper, metallic and shiny atop a few leafs of classical sheet music; a small toy airplane that fits in the palm of a hand.
And underneath all that, is a fired bullet, warped from impact, dug out from the wall of the shooting gallery and attached to a small metal ring, through which a silver chain that is fit to be a necklace is threaded.]