> distance. Is that...? She squinted her eyes to confirm, then pulled out her monocular to get a clearer view.

❝Miss Arlecchino?!❞

> follows,

[ To Ms. Arlecchino,

I hope this letter finds you well. Since it's your birthday, I'd like to wish you a happy birthday! I hope the gifts are to your liking.

Next time you're in Fontaine, please pay a visit to Poisson. I'll treat you!

Yours truly,
Navia ]

> the room, searching for the familiar face.

> immediately, after catching the scent of the lemon cake, she made her way over to him.

❝Once again, I get to enjoy one of your delicious cakes! It smells amazing.❞

> Winery's manor. As she waited, Navia admired the beautiful view before her.

❝I bet the grapes would taste wonderful in a macaron!❞

> brimming with excitement, she eagerly set off on her adventure.

> was thrown like a rag doll. I should have better reflexes than that.