Bruno Bucciarati was so relieved to see the little girl and the teen. His worries spiked when he saw that Narancia was injured. "Narancia! (Y/n)!," the black haired man exclaimed when he saw the two. The little girl almost dropped the groceries she held along with the purple plush animal when she was given a hug from her adopted father. "What happened? Did you take care of the enemy?," Bucciarati asked. "(Y/n) and I killed him.," Narancia answered as Mista brought out the first aid kit to take care of their wounds, "She put some sort of poison in him that destroyed his body after I killed him." The black haired teen's hands and clothes had black viscous liquid on them. Formaggio's remains. "He bled this, vomited it.," Narancia said, "but we got him." "Papa, the groceries.," The plum haired girl said as she dropped the bag. Bruno let her down so she could pick up the groceries she dropped.
The tiny child ran inside with the groceries and stuffed animal. She gave her mother the groceries and took the items bought for Trish to the teen girl's room. The small child stood in front of the door. Her tiny hand tapped the door. She heard footsteps before the door opened. Trish took a little time before looking down. Her green eyes looked at the small girl who was holding what she had asked for. The teen girl took the items from the child, "Where is my water?" "I'm going to put it in a cup with some ice.," (y/n) replied with a smile, "Mama is making lunch. Do you want anything?" "Mama?," Trish asked. "Si, mama can make some simple food, are you hungry?," the little girl answered with a smile.

Trish looked like she did not know what to expect, she closed the door after giving a small 'Thank you'. The little girl went back downstairs to see that Narancia was bandaged. 'Josuke's stand would be able to help him.,' she thought to herself as she walked by Narancia. The little pillar let out a squeal when she was suddenly picked up, "Shut it." She stopped when she heard the annoyed tone of Abbacchio, "Why did you not tell us about the poison?" "You never asked.," the plum haired girl answered. The light haired man put her on his shoulder as he returned to the group, they were all huddled around the laptop in the living room. Mista was holding up a book and Fugo was holding up a map. "Abbacchio, we have new orders from the boss. Lunch will have to wait a bit.," Bruno spoke to the former policeman. Ivory had an irritated expression on her face behind Bruno, "And it was my best so far."
"Keep it warm for us, Ivory.," Abbacchio said and placed the child on his shoulder down, "I volunteer to do this next mission." "I'll go as well.," Fugo spoke up, "We're going to Pompeii. The boss left a key there that will help us transport Trish safely." "He must know that the assassins are after trish.," (y/n) commented, "More assassins. History tends to repeat itself, hm." "Giorno, you go with Abbacchio and Fugo.," Bucciarati ordered, "If you are attacked, do what you can to complete the mission." The three gave a nod that they understood and they left.

"Aww. I wanted a lunch with everyone sitting down and talking.," Ivory pouted, "It would have been good for morale." Mista was grinning, "Aw mom, don't worry, they'll come back." The gunman got a glare from the ancient woman. Bucciarati watched as his adopted daughter carried a cup of water up the stairs to where the Boss's daughter was. He stood up and followed her up. He saw her knock on the door, "Trish, I have your water. Lunch is ready if you are hungry. Mama made some good pasta." The door opened and the pink haired girl took the water from the smaller girl, "I'm not hungry." "Not hungry or just shy?," the voice of Ivory asked as the ghost woman appeared down the hall, "Finally I get to meet you, Trish. I am Ivory, (y/n)'s mother." Trish looked at the woman with a little bit of a suspicious gaze. Ivory had a smile on her face, "If you aren't hungry, I'll either package it up for later or let Mista and the Sex Pistols have it." The ancient woman walked past Bucciarati, taking his hand and walking back down the stairs with him.
(Y/n) looked up at Trish with big red eyes, the smell of lunch wafted through the house. "You can come down if you want to eat. Or I can bring something up later.," the little girl told the taller girl, "It has to be lonely up here." The tiny child hopped down the stairs with the plush toy in her hands, Trish closed her door after watching the little girl leave. Narancia and Mista were at the table, getting ready to eat. The Sex Pistols were begging to be fed. Ivory gave each their plate, "Enjoy." "This looks delicious, Ivory!," Narancia exclaimed in joy. "Too bad I can't taste it like you can, I would have loved to try it.," the ghost woman replied.

The brunette saw her daughter was having a bit of trouble sitting at the table and got some cushions for her to sit on to elevate her to a better position, "There you are, Mia Stellina, go ahead and eat up." "Grazie, mama!," the tiny pillar girl cheered and took a bite of her pasta. The flavor of the sauce was smooth. A wine based sauce. Ivory took a little wine from a cabinet and showed it to Bucciarati, "Would you like some wine to go with it?" "I would, Mom.," Mista said while raising his glass, "What type is it?" "A very special one, my husband loved this kind very much.," Ivory answered and poured the wine into the glass, "I had Esidisi go back to the castle and find it for me." "Castle? So your husband was a king?," Narancia asked. "You could say that.," the brunette ghost replied, "He led the last of his kind like a king would, he even once had an army." "That army was useless against Jojo and the sun.," (y/n) piped up.
Ivory made a titter, "That is true." "Jojo?," Bucciarati asked. "Joseph Joestar. He's the one who defeated my husband and the others.," the green eyed woman replied and patted her daughter's little head. Mista swallowed the wine, "The real estate mogul? He's rich as hell now... Wait, you know an actor and a rich man?!" (Y/n) nodded as she could not speak from having a full mouth. Narancia started laughing, "You look like a hamster with stuffed cheeks!" "You know quite a few people, (y/n). Although, I don't doubt it with how long you have lived.," Bucciarati spoke and sipped the wine he had gotten from Ivory.

(Y/n) looked back, her horns sensed Trish had left her room. The tiny girl wiped her mouth and took the extra plate with her. Bucciarati and the others saw her do this as they were talking. Her small hands gripped the plate as she walked with it to the stairs where Trish was. The pink haired girl looked at the ruby eyes that looked up at her. The plate of pasta was held up to be offered to the teen. Trish sat down on the stairs and took the plate from the little girl. After hesitating for a second, she began to eat. Her expression changed a bit. Her usual expression returned, "It is okay." The tiny pillar sat next to the teen, "Aren't you going to go back?" "No. I don't want you to be lonely.," the little girl spoke as she hugged her soft plush toy. She sat next to the teen girl as Trish ate. "You're pretty. Your mama must have been very pretty as well.," The little girl smiled. Trish's eyes looked to the little girl.
After she was done eating, (y/n) took the plate back to the kitchen. The tiny girl returned to her plate to finish eating. Mista looked content after he ate, "Ivory, I must say, that was your best one yet. It's not traditional, but it was good." "I agree, where did you get the idea to use that combination?," Bucciarati asked. Ivory gave a big smile, "I traveled around the world with (y/n). I found incredible flavor combinations during the travel, some that seemed particularly delicious." "Good food, good friends, simple life. Sounds like a paradise.," Mista sighed happily. Narancia finished his food. Bucciarati took the plates to wash them after everyone was done eating. Ivory helped him clean the plates.

Bucciarati wanted to check on the injured teammates and found them all on the couch. Narancia and Mista both were napping, (y/n) leaned up against Mista with her plush and Doll in her arms. All of them looked content and cozy. The black haired man smiled a little at the scene. He picked up the tiny girl and cradled her, the tiny pillar nuzzled to his warm chest. The capo gave the child a hug and a kiss on the forehead, "Dormi, Mia Stellina." Bruno's blue eyes looked up to the stairs to see Trish looking down at him. The pink haired teen returned to her room. The horns poking his chin made Bruno turn his attention back to the pillar girl sleeping on his chest. "I'm going to have to get something to cover these with so they don't poke us.," Bruno spoke softly to himself and waited for the rest of his crew to return. The blue eyed man smiled down at the child sleeping against him.
He heard the doors of the van shut. The others had returned. He walked out to see a severely injured Abbacchio along with a seemingly fine Giorno and Fugo. Bruno had to hand the pillar girl off to Giorno as he attended to Abbacchio's wounds. He reattached Abbacchio's severed hand with his zipper. Giorno felt his tiny friend grip his clothes as her little head was against his chest. "Bro...ther...," he heard her murmur. Fugo gave the report to Bucciarati as the black haired man helped Abbacchio.

Bucciarati helped the former policeman back to the house so that he could rest a bit. The policeman was put on the couch to rest after the two younger members were shooed away. "He'll be okay. He lost quite a bit of blood, though.," Bucciarati spoke and sighed, "Ivory, once he wakes, give him something to eat. He needs food to replenish his blood." "Si, Bucciarati.," Ivory spoke. Fugo stepped up and gave the key they had found to the blue eyed man, "This is the key, I don't know what it goes to." "It is to help us get Trish to the boss Safely.," Bucciarati said. Fugo sighed and was pulled by Ivory to the dining room table, the ghost woman was adamant for him to sit and eat, as she was to Giorno. The golden haired teen gave the plum haired child back to her adopted father so he could eat. Narancia and Mista had sat down somewhere else to get a little rest.
The black haired man placed the little girl onto Abbacchio's chest so that he could go talk to the others as the whitish haired man rested. Bucciarati talked to Fugo and Giorno as they ate their lunch. The golden haired teen looked to the doorway to check on Abbacchio and (y/n) every so often. Giorno wondered who the girl was calling when she was asking for her brother before. Was it a human she knew and loved? He needed to ask her questions regarding his father, the people in the picture, what she was. She had a lot more information than she was giving them. Giorno wanted to know what she knew and why she was so hesitant to talk about it.