[This is a lot of information for Narancia to process all at once, despite literally asking for it. He frowns in some mild consternation, like he's trying to sort out these pieces of information in the order that's important. Which is a pretty new experience for him, honestly, because he's used to letting Buccellati just hand out his orders and then following them, and not thinking too hard on the details. Abbacchio and Fugo usually had that covered, and then Giorno, especially after Fugo didn't come with them.

...Speaking of Fugo. It hasn't been that long since they parted ways in San Giorgio Maggiore, but it feels like a lifetime since choosing to betray the boss. He wonders what Fugo's been up to since then. It'll be nice to see him, now that they've won. Maybe they'll even be able to have a pizza together. It kind of makes him impatient to wake up already, except....if he's dreaming from Italy and Giorno and Fugo aren't, does that men they won't be there when he gets up? That earns a small pout as he sorts through the rest of the details Giorno gives him.]

The animal people, yeah. You mean you're turning into one of those?

[Thank all the gods of all the universes that the internet wasn't enough of a thing in 2001 for Narancia to know about furries. This conversation would take such an unfortunate turn otherwise.]

So I'm dreaming from Italy and you're not. But I don't remember you ever leaving.

[. . .]

What day is it?

[How long has it been since we fought the Boss?]