[Erina hummed in thought, but decided better about it. Dio Brando hardly deserved to be thought about in any degree.]

I missed you. But I think you would have loved India, Jonathan, like I did.

[Knowing that he would never be able to experience it saddened her, but for Jonathan's benefit, she kept her tone light.]

We shall have to find someone that serves Indian-style curry! Provided, of course, the ingredients don't turn into their uncooked forms, that is.