[Giorno doesn't try to catch up. He'll let Fugo flee rather than chase him down--but he's giggling a lot in his room, and he lets himself just sort of be happy for a while, rolling back and forth across the comforter, before he rolls himself down to the kitchen.]
[What he's got in mind doesn't actually take long to make. It doesn't take much effort, either. It's a simple dish of strawberries, balsamic vinegar, and whipped mascarpone, savory and sweet. But it's super cute, and he's pretty pleased with it. He's sitting on a bar stool at the island in the kitchen and kicking his feet while inspecting his mostly-empty pudding cup when he hears the door open and perks up.]
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[What he's got in mind doesn't actually take long to make. It doesn't take much effort, either. It's a simple dish of strawberries, balsamic vinegar, and whipped mascarpone, savory and sweet. But it's super cute, and he's pretty pleased with it. He's sitting on a bar stool at the island in the kitchen and kicking his feet while inspecting his mostly-empty pudding cup when he hears the door open and perks up.]
Fugo? Solo Fugo ottiene spuntini.