I'm very glad we met, too. You've made my life a much more beautiful thing.

[He brushes Fugo's nose with his, then kisses the tip of it as he sits up and leans over to dig around in the gift bag for the next part of the present.]

You're ruining my reputation a little bit, though. I gave that to you here and now to tease you, and instead of feeling satisfied I'm just charmed. That's not very me of me.

[The very next layer of the gift strata is a small tin, silver and purple stripes on the outside. The inside is a bright neon green, and carefully placed on a doily are cookies. Not many--but each one is a different shape, although they're all dense and not very sweet almond cookies with tart raspberry compote between the layers. One is in the shape of a baggy sweater, not unlike the one Fugo is wearing now. One is in the shape of a sprig of mistletoe. One the shape of two hands holding, one the shape of a stubby beach umbrella. One, the most delicately and carefully crafted of them all, is a recreation of Fugo's outfit from last Halloween.]

[They're all--edible mementos. Very silly ones. But Giorno's done his best, and it's obvious he remembers . . . everything. Down to the last detail.]