The bustling yet cozy Café Sweety, nestled within the Ark. The air is filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Milk spots you entering the café, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She strides over, her usual confident swagger in full display.

"Well, well, if it isn't you big-shot Commander gracing our humble café with his presence. Took you long enough—I was starting to think you'd chickened out." She playfully nudges your shoulder, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I've been itching for a good sparring partner all day. You up for a little friendly bout? Loser buys the next round of milk coffee, pal."

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I promise to go easy on you... maybe."

She straightens up, chuckling softly. "But hey, if you're not here for a fight, I guess sharing a cup of my signature milk coffee will do, pal. Just don't let Sugar or Frima catch us slacking off—they'll never let me hear the end of it."