Yeah. May. Although I bet we could do something anyway, it's not like she's gonna be upset about it. Most people don't get upset when they get presents outta nowhere.
I think it's less moms and more personal. Flowers or chocolate is usually the way to go-- we could get her a bunch of flowers, I know Jotaro made her a vase, that might work. That, some chocolates-- we could ask Jotaro what kind of food she likes, make her supper one night.
So let's do it. You're good at flowers--- they've got meanings, right? We could do a bunch for like . . . love and gratitude or whatever. And make her a cake and whatever her favorite supper is. I mean, between all of us, we've got half of Europe and Asia covered, I'm pretty sure whatever she likes we can figure out.
It's flower arranging. That's the word for it in Japan. It's more than that, though, it's like an art. Very traditional.
I only learned a little bit about it. I didn't want to learn too much in Italy, since it would've made me . . . I don't know. I just didn't want to. But I could try, at least.
[That actually leaves him speechless for a bit. God, where does he start.]
I don't know, um . . . Everything? That's not a good answer.
I feel safe with him. Like nothing bad can happen if he's there. And I like the way he looks at me, like I'm so much to him that he forgets the rest of the world exists.
[Ugh, oh no, he's getting all embarrassed now, shoulders hunched over the bowl.]
I mean, I was so . . . focused before, so I always looked but I never let myself get really invested, because I knew I had too much to do. And then I was invested in him without even meaning to be, and then I thought he liked me, and I didn't even realize how much I did until I started thinking about it.
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I dunno if it's a Mom thing or a Holly thing, but either way, she deserves more credit then she gets.
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[He missed it. Crap. He stirs in the cocoa powder viciously.]
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. . . What do moms like? [HELP]
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[#purist]
We could do all of those things instead of just one.
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[He wrinkles his nose.]
I wonder if it'll be English food or Japanese food that she wants. I mean, either way, we'll get it down, but I hope it's Japanese.
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She . . . is a mother in Japan. Holly Kujo. So I think Japanese food. I think that's what we should do.
I wonder if I know enough about ikebana to make it work . . .
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What's ikebana?
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I only learned a little bit about it. I didn't want to learn too much in Italy, since it would've made me . . . I don't know. I just didn't want to. But I could try, at least.
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[He says it easily, the praise falling from his lips as he hoists himself up on the counter. He leans over, peering at the icing.]
What kind you making, vanilla?
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. . . I'm not good at everything, you know.
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[He settles in. He can wait for cocoa powder before stealing some.]
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[He pauses in his stirring, thinking deeply.]
I'm not good at . . . when I'm focused on something, I'm not good at focusing on something else instead.
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That's not exactly a flaw when you're in your line of work, I think.
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[He dumps some cocoa powder into the bowl, bouncing on the balls of his toes.]
Mista is so great.
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Tell me more about him.
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[Listen, he can make jokes at his own expense.]
What do you want to know?
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[he offers a grin.]
I don't know. Anything. What makes you happy about him?
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[That actually leaves him speechless for a bit. God, where does he start.]
I don't know, um . . . Everything? That's not a good answer.
I feel safe with him. Like nothing bad can happen if he's there. And I like the way he looks at me, like I'm so much to him that he forgets the rest of the world exists.
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It's a good feeling, isn't it? To be with someone like that. To just be with them and be happy because they're around.
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[Ugh, oh no, he's getting all embarrassed now, shoulders hunched over the bowl.]
I mean, I was so . . . focused before, so I always looked but I never let myself get really invested, because I knew I had too much to do. And then I was invested in him without even meaning to be, and then I thought he liked me, and I didn't even realize how much I did until I started thinking about it.
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