I want to try and make my own sweets. Macarons, to be exact. I don’t have a recipe, but it appears simple… ( a bunch of random ingredients lay next to the boiling pot. )

O-Oh, I see. Your help is greatly appreciated. ( She simply begins to watch…. )

I want to visit Fontaine and eat macarons…

( It had little effect on her, but she still notices a subtle sensation. ) ? (Turns around.)

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Kuni… 🌸🌸 Did you need something?

( She’s trying to cook. Again. )

I’m going to step outside today— ( Sees huge crowd. Sloooowly backs into the Plane of Euthymia—)

“Ah? Thank you. You are too kind.”

Missing Makoto. . . ⛈️

☺️☺️☺️

Miko… 🌸🌸 I did miss you.

Ah—You did? You seem chipper. That is always a pleasure to see. ( Warm smile… )

Hm? A-A ridiculous question. Of course I did, Miko. ( She raises a hand to pet her ears gingerly. ) I enjoy your presence greatly.

( Yawns deeply. She stayed up way too late. . . )

“Wah… Just five more minutes maybe?” She peeks out of the door with frazzled hair, clearly still in her sleepwear.

A few minutes pass before Ei opens the door again, fully this time. Her hair still looks a bit messy, braided quickly. She threw on something casual for now. Too sleepy… “My apologies, Sara. I seemed to have overslept… What did you need?”

“Ah… It’s so early and you’re already hard at work.” Ei mumbles, rubbing her eyes, “I admire you for that, Sara.” She gives a warm smile, still groggy.

( Stomach is growling… )