After a long mission that required to you to depart from the group for a couple days, you made it back to Naples safely. Just in time for dinner at Libeccio.

"Y'know I heard a rumor around that brown noise helps you take a dump." Mista said while casually slicing a sausage on his plate. "Dude, it obviously does, are you stupid?" a childish voice followed, Narancia leaning back and slouching with a raised brow.

Fugo groaned, arms crossed as he glared at both of them. “That’s not even scientifically proven,” he muttered under his breath, barely resisting the urge to lecture them.

Abbacchio and Bruno sat a little apart, engaged in their own quiet conversation. The brooding man would occasionally give the others a weird glance while Bruno listened subtly, being responsible like the man he always is—making sure no one was setting the restaurant on fire.

Giorno was, as usual, quiet—calmly eating a slice of margherita pizza, his favorite.

Then the door creaked open and you stepped inside, walking up to them while they didn't notics.

The chatter slowed. One by one, their heads turned. Mista nearly dropped his fork. Narancia jumped up like he’d seen a ghost. Even Abbacchio’s brow lifted slightly. They seemed a little shocked, if you’d been gone for decades.