The Cooking Competition

It had been a couple of days since Giorno had joined Bruno's group, but half of the gang didn't want to hang out with him, only Bruno and Fugo. Wanting to improve team bonding, Bruno had an idea.

"I have an idea!" Bruno said, interrupting everyone's lunch.

Everybody looked at him, confused.

"What's going on?" Abbacchio asked.

"We're going to cook together!" he explained.

"What are we cooking?" Narancia asked.

"Do we have to?" Mista added. "We're at a restaurant."

"Why are we cooking?" Fugo asked.

"And for what purpose?" Giorno said.

"I noticed that some of you aren't spending time with Giorno," Bruno explained. "Hopefully, we could all bond together while cooking."

"So, we're having a cooking competition then?" Abbacchio questioned.

"Actually, no, I—"

"Fugo, help!" Narancia panicked and grabbed the golden blond's arm. "I can't cook."

"Neither can I!" Mista said. "You got to tell us what to do!"

"What about Giorno?" Fugo asked.

The blond looked at the two mature adults sitting at the table.

"The hell are you looking at, newbie?" Abbacchio glared at him.

Make that one mature adult.

"Enough!" Bruno shouted. "This isn't a cooking competition!"

"Did I hear cooking competition?" said a voice none of them recognized.

They turned around to see who was talking to them. The person was a blond guy with blue eyes. Next to him was a 5'2 kid with spiky white hair.

The kid waved at Giorno. "Hey, again! I've been looking all over for you."

"Koichi?" Giorno called out. "Why? And who is this guy you brought?"

"Um, I forgot why I'm here. Forgive me, but I got excited when I heard about a cooking competition. And as for the person next to me, his name is Antonio Trussardi, but you can call him Tonio. He's a professional chef who owns a restaurant where I live. Once he heard I was heading to Italy, he wanted to come."

"How come I didn't see him with you?"

"Well, I had never been outside of Japan, and I wanted to see what it was like in Italy. I couldn't wait for him to find his luggage, so I went without him."

"Enough talking!" Tonio said. "Let's have this cooking competition."

"Tonio, where will they have this competition?" Koichi asked.

"Hmm, we can't just ask customers to leave the restaurant," he said. "I know! We'll rent a kitchen."

"Rent a kitchen? You can do that?"

"Some people rent kitchens to make videos. Let me handle this. It will only take a few minutes."

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Tonio, Koichi, and Bruno's gang were in the large, homey kitchen. There was a counter on the left side, the right side, and in the center. Outside the window, they had a beautiful view of the ocean.

"This is nice and all," Bruno said. "But this is—"

"Wow! This kitchen reminds me of home!" Narancia interrupted. "I miss eating macaroni and cheese. I used to eat it a lot as a child. Fugo, we should make that!"