It was 10:30 AM, and usually, Abbacchio was awake, but he lay in bed with a bunch of balled-up tissues around him. Bruno was awake but tired due to Abbacchio's coughs last night. Speaking of which, Abbacchio coughed multiple times, and all sounded painful.

"Are you alright?" Bruno worried.

"I'm fine," Abbacchio answered, his voice raspy. He coughed again. "I'm more worried about you. I don't want you to catch my cold. I think I have a cold. I don't know. I'm not a doctor. Didn't Sheila and Trish want to go to that Thai restaurant? Don't let me hold you back, but make sure you get something for me. I never had Thai food before, so I don't know what's on the menu."

"I want to be by your side, and I don't might catching a cold from you. Besides, while you were resting, I asked Fugo to get some takeout from the restaurant. We'll both have something to eat."

"Then what are we going to do in the meantime?"

"I guess we'll watch something on the TV." Bruno turned the television on, and it was on the weather channel.

"Boring. Can you change the channel?"

He switched it again. It was on Spongebob.

"This looks like something Narancia would watch," Abbacchio commented.

"You're right." He changed the channel. A bunch of people were in a hospital, and a doctor spoke to the patient's family. They started crying.

"Boring. Try the History channel. I want to know what's on there."

Bruno switched it to the History channel, and the narrator told the history of Christmas.

"Oh my gosh. Boring!"

"I can't think of anything else. Wait! I can make herbal tea. Trish had some tea bags in her room when we went shopping. She wouldn't mind if a bag or two disappeared. Besides, you're sick. She'll understand."

"How are you going to—" Bruno zipped the door open. "Oh, right."

A minute or two later, the capo returned with two teas. "Hmm, Zesty Lady. I wonder what this taste like." He tossed a tea bag to Abbacchio, who then sniffed it.

"It smells citrusy."

"I'll boil some water in a pot since we don't have a kettle."

Bruno brought out a pot, used the sink to get water, and placed the pot on the stove, turning it on. After the water boiled and cooled off, he poured it into the mugs and put the teabags. He brought them and sat down on the bed.

"Careful," Bruno said as he handed a cup to Abbacchio. "It might be hot."

He blew his drink before slowly taking a sip. "I taste some orange and lemon."

"I just remembered something from a long time ago."

"How long ago are we talking about?"

"When I introduced you to Giorno."

Abbacchio frowned. "I thought you wanted me to get better."

Bruno furrowed his brows and looked angry. "What's your problem with him?"

He sighed. "I didn't trust him at first."

"You still don't?"

"Well…fine! I guess he's alright."

"Good. I just want us all to get along. Now, what happened when I introduced you to Giorno? Everyone seemed shocked at what he did, but I didn't know what had happened because I was chatting with someone. What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Abbacchio replied, sounding suspicious.

Bruno gave him a look. "What are you hiding?"

"The tea smelled funny, and I gave it to Giorno."

"Something happened to the tea at Libeccio? That's strange. Once we get back, I'll have a word with the owner."

"No need for that! Narancia"—he tried to think of something—"did something to the tea."

"So the tea smelled funny, and Narancia did something to it." Bruno's eyes widened. "He peed in the tea kettle? I'm going to have a word with him when he returns!"

"No! Narancia didn't do anything!"

"Now I'm confused. What was Narancia doing?"

"Math homework."

"So what happened to the tea? Because I remembered that I was thirsty, and you told me to get another pot."

Abbacchio grew tired of these questions. "When will our food arrive?"

"Soon, hopefully. It's only"—Bruno looked at the clock—"11:32."

The two heard loud footsteps and chattering. Someone from the group knocked on their door.

"Bucciarati, we're here with some food!" Mista said from behind the door.

"We brought Abbacchio some tom kha," Giorno said. "That's coconut soup."

Bruno got up, went to the door, and opened it. "Anything for me?"

"I got you the ginger salmon," Trish said. "It has mushrooms, and I know you like those. Is it alright if we eat here?"

"Sounds good," Bruno said. He then looked at Abbacchio. "Do you want them in?"

"Sure. Make sure they stay clear of me, though."

"You heard him. Come on in."

Trish, Sheila, Narancia, and Mista sat at the small round table while Giorno sat at a desk, and Fugo sat on a chair near him. Everyone peacefully ate until Bruno asked Narancia a question.

"Narancia, when I introduced everyone to Giorno, did you do something to the tea?"

The black-haired boy looked at Bruno and then at Abbacchio. "Why?"

"Did you do anything to the tea?"

"Bucciarati, you don't have to worry about that," Giorno said.

"Well, I want to know what happened," he replied.

"Uh." Narancia looked around the room. "Fugo! Fugo did something."

"Fugo?" Bruno turned his head to face him. "D-did you pee in the kettle and pour a cup for Giorno? What kind of sick, twisted idea is that?"

All eyes were on Fugo, and he got visibly upset. "Seriously? Wow. First of all, Abbacchio—"

Abbaccio's loud fake cough interrupted him. "Oh no! I'm getting sick." Then he started coughing for real and rapidly. "Get—cough, cough—get them away from me!"

The gang grabbed their food and rushed out of the room, leaving the two alone.

"Bucciarati, thanks, but you need to let that go."

"You're right. How's your soup?"

"I've never had anything like this before. You've got to try this."

Bruno got up, searched the cabinets for a spoon, and sat back down on the bed once he found one. He took a spoonful of the coconut and ate it. "Wow. It tastes lemony. It smells like it has lemon in it. I can see mushrooms, chicken, and cilantro in my soup. And wow, they sure gave us a lot of soup. Is it okay if I can have a bowl?"

"Sure, but let me have the rest. I didn't eat breakfast."

"I saw the others were sharing their food too. That restaurant must've given them a lot of food. I wonder how much it cost."

"Hey, Bruno."

"What is it?"

"About the tea thing. Um, I was the one who peed in the kettle."

"So that explains why everyone seemed impressed with Giorno."

"You're not mad at me?"

"No, but don't pull that ever again." Bruno kissed Abbacchio's cheek.

"I won't."