[Joseph tries to keep a straight face, but the more the words they work for the Joestars keeps running through his mind, the stronger the urge gets to laugh. He doesn't end up laughing, but he does grin wide and plainly amused while he continues munching on the potato chips.]
Work for the Joestars? [Joseph shakes his head a little.] If Granny Erina heard you talking like that, she'd box both your ears. Uncle Speedwagon's fortune and foundation are his own. The only connection between the Speedwagon Foundation and the Joestars is Granny and Speedwagon have been friends since before even my father was born.
[Which isn't to say Speedwagon hasn't helped Erina out throughout the years, of course. Joseph and Speedwagon both would probably say that Erina's done all of it -- raising a child and a grandchild -- on her own, but she'd insist (and Joseph would too) that some of what she did wouldn't have been possible without Speedwagon. Even if Erina did most of the heavy lifting in more ways than one, Speedwagon was still there and he still helped in whatever way he could or Erina wanted.]
[It's just a stretch to say that he or his foundation work for Joseph and his family. That's never been the relationship, not once. Speedwagon is a part of the family, not an employee.]
I get the feeling you haven't heard good things about my family though. [Joseph looks between the two of them. Unsettling or not, that was still a fairly strong reaction. Strong enough that the physically weaker of the two felt the need to reach out and support the other.] I can promise you most of it's probably not true. Wherever you heard that stuff from isn't a good source anyway if they're telling you Uncle Speedwagon works for us. Granny's a good person, and so were my grandfather and parents.
[Joseph distracts himself by looking into the bag of chips to see how many are left, but his smile still turns a little brittle.]
The worst thing you can really say about us as a family is that we tend to die young. [There's a pause as his smile finds its strength and he pulls out a particularly large chip from the bag.] Well, and some of us have a bit of a temper.
[He does. He's the one with a temper. But he's not going to call himself out directly, okay. No, he's gonna eat this potato chip instead.]
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Work for the Joestars? [Joseph shakes his head a little.] If Granny Erina heard you talking like that, she'd box both your ears. Uncle Speedwagon's fortune and foundation are his own. The only connection between the Speedwagon Foundation and the Joestars is Granny and Speedwagon have been friends since before even my father was born.
[Which isn't to say Speedwagon hasn't helped Erina out throughout the years, of course. Joseph and Speedwagon both would probably say that Erina's done all of it -- raising a child and a grandchild -- on her own, but she'd insist (and Joseph would too) that some of what she did wouldn't have been possible without Speedwagon. Even if Erina did most of the heavy lifting in more ways than one, Speedwagon was still there and he still helped in whatever way he could or Erina wanted.]
[It's just a stretch to say that he or his foundation work for Joseph and his family. That's never been the relationship, not once. Speedwagon is a part of the family, not an employee.]
I get the feeling you haven't heard good things about my family though. [Joseph looks between the two of them. Unsettling or not, that was still a fairly strong reaction. Strong enough that the physically weaker of the two felt the need to reach out and support the other.] I can promise you most of it's probably not true. Wherever you heard that stuff from isn't a good source anyway if they're telling you Uncle Speedwagon works for us. Granny's a good person, and so were my grandfather and parents.
[Joseph distracts himself by looking into the bag of chips to see how many are left, but his smile still turns a little brittle.]
The worst thing you can really say about us as a family is that we tend to die young. [There's a pause as his smile finds its strength and he pulls out a particularly large chip from the bag.] Well, and some of us have a bit of a temper.
[He does. He's the one with a temper. But he's not going to call himself out directly, okay. No, he's gonna eat this potato chip instead.]