[Chariot goes, more or less amiably enough, as Jean wiggles his toes. That's a very odd feeling, having someone grab his Stand's foot. Not bad, but odd, and he might be very distracted by that if not for what Bruno says.]

A princess!

["Pami!" Jean outright scrambles back, turning in Bruno's lap so he can face him properly.]

What kind? Was she pretty? Did you love her? What kind of bad men? Did they have friends like ours? What did you do, how did you fight them? [And then, breathless and terribly excited:] Are you a knight!