[It’s a weird quest, to be fair, and it’s also not a quest than anyone asked him to go on. But sometimes you just get the spirit. Maybe it’s in part because food is so important to him, personally. In part because Juza’s reluctance to discuss his favorite food struck him as so depressing. And in part because . . . it’s something that’s nice to do, isn’t it? When someone is far away from home, missing the people they care about, the little things matter.]
[At least until they get ruined. It remains to be seen whether this will end up being a decent or terrible idea. To his credit, he actually has been working pretty hard on finding ingredients that roughly fit the bill. The fruit was easy enough, of course, as was the jelly. Black sugar syrup was a no go, but molasses exists, for better or worse. He found a dessert chef willing to make green tea ice cream. After a great deal of experimentation, black bean paste happened and was edible. The mochi . . .]
[He couldn’t find a substitute for mochi. After a great deal of consideration, he acquired both cream puffs and small meringues to set to the side, in case one was acceptable in its stead.]
[And that’s how Juza got ding-dong-ditched some bootleg anmitsu in a carefully packaged and neatly wrapped box with ice packs inside. There is a note — Did my best. —Giorno — but he doesn’t stick around because, well. It’s Juza. He’s weird about this, apparently.]
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[It’s a weird quest, to be fair, and it’s also not a quest than anyone asked him to go on. But sometimes you just get the spirit. Maybe it’s in part because food is so important to him, personally. In part because Juza’s reluctance to discuss his favorite food struck him as so depressing. And in part because . . . it’s something that’s nice to do, isn’t it? When someone is far away from home, missing the people they care about, the little things matter.]
[At least until they get ruined. It remains to be seen whether this will end up being a decent or terrible idea. To his credit, he actually has been working pretty hard on finding ingredients that roughly fit the bill. The fruit was easy enough, of course, as was the jelly. Black sugar syrup was a no go, but molasses exists, for better or worse. He found a dessert chef willing to make green tea ice cream. After a great deal of experimentation, black bean paste happened and was edible. The mochi . . .]
[He couldn’t find a substitute for mochi. After a great deal of consideration, he acquired both cream puffs and small meringues to set to the side, in case one was acceptable in its stead.]
[And that’s how Juza got ding-dong-ditched some bootleg anmitsu in a carefully packaged and neatly wrapped box with ice packs inside. There is a note — Did my best. —Giorno — but he doesn’t stick around because, well. It’s Juza. He’s weird about this, apparently.]