[I got him something and he didn't yell at me. That's their Kakyoin all right, expressing approval in the best of ways. Polnareff settles in-- they're getting quite comfortable sitting like this, he and Giorno; pretty soon he's going to always want his small son to be sitting against him, just so he can rest his chin somewhere.]

If anybody's gonna look good in them, it'll be him, the guy's like ninety percent leg.

[A beat, and then:]

What kind of shoes? I'm assuming green featured in them. Or cherries. Or green shoes with cherries on them, that seems like his ideal shoe.