After devouring Schleimfisch and a variety of other dishes, Eris and I continue wandering through the bustling streets of Mistvale's morning food market.
But now?
Now, I need something sweet—something refreshing—to cleanse my poor taste buds after that questionable experience.
"Eris," I whine dramatically, clutching my stomach like a damsel in distress, "I need something sweet to save me… Is there any good dessert around here?"
Eris hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "A dessert, huh? Let's go look around!"
"Nn!" I nod eagerly.
With that, we dive back into the sea of food stalls, weaving through the crowd. My eyes dart around like a kid in a candy store, scanning for something light, fluffy, and sweet.
And then—
I see it.
A milk stall.
Not just any milk stall—a vendor selling fresh, ice-cold milk!
My eyes light up like fireworks.
"Look!" I exclaim, tugging on Eris's sleeve. "Milk! It's cold milk!!!"
"Oh, good eyes!" Eris grins, following my gaze.
