[Joseph's starting to paw around the rest of the untouched lunch once Giorno takes the water, not at all bothered by Fugo's prickliness. That sort of stuff is just water rolling off a duck's back to him after all. He does snort at being called Mister though. Why on earth would anybody call him that? Hm, the sandwich in here's pretty disappointing with not much on it. Joseph's pretty sure whoever made this sandwich was either lazy or not fussy. Probably the latter since the rest of the lunch doesn't look so bad.]

You guys are obviously younger than me, but I'm nowhere old enough for you to call me mister. Name's Joseph Joestar, [he says, passing off an apple to Giorno.] But you can call me Jojo like everyone else does. Ooh, crisps!

[Joseph fairly triumphantly pulls out a bag of potato chips and gives it a little shake.]

Either of you want it? There's some carrot sticks in here, too, with, uuuhh... [He looks back down into the bag, giving it a little jostle.] Looks like peanut butter. You guys can have the sandwich.