Giorno, unbeknownst to himself, came into view of the peephole as he approached his desk to shrug off his jacket and lay it over the back of the chair. He eyed an arrangement of light snacks—bread and fruit and the like—where they sat on a tray.

“Zelda really outdid herself with the temperature regulation paneling on the new units…ah, are you hungry at all?” He asked Juli who had made herself comfortable in one of the nicer lounge chairs. His room was his preferred place to debrief and he was in the habit of squirreling even more food away for them both when she visited. That, and it enabled his habit of grazing on carbs.