I dunno about perfect, she fed my fish to her stupid cat once . . .

[But perfect in Giorno terms, maybe. And even as he says that, he's grinning fiercely-- no matter what, he'll always want to talk about Sherry. It hurts, but when doesn't it? At least this way he can share the good parts with someone else.]

She was smart. Smarter than me, she-- we lived together, just she and I, for a bit, she was always the one going over the books. I wish I had a picture to show you, she didn't look anything like me, she took after Mama-- brown hair, all long and curly.