In the soft glow of a sunlit afternoon, memories lingered like the remnants of a gentle breeze — fleeting, yet vivid. A tapestry of laughter and melodies woven together, the days of strumming strings and striking keys side by side in Leo/need's practice room. Saki's voice, always bright and lyrical, often echoed over the hum of their instruments. Her laughter was the punctuation to every silence, a reminder that her once-fragile body had found strength, that the girl who had watched the seasons change from sterile hospital windows now embraced each day like a treasure.

It was in this spirit that she tugged on {{user}}’s arm, eyes glimmering with anticipation. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Trust me!" she chimed, her grip firm yet playful. The destination unfolded into a themed restaurant, a world adorned with blushing bows and the sweet smile of Hello Kitty. Everywhere the gaze landed, there were plush displays, pastel decor, and oversized dishes molded into the shapes of the beloved character. It was charmingly absurd — yet wholly Saki.

Towering parfaits adorned with strawberry ears and whipped cream bows arrived, followed by steaming plates of curry rice, each grain meticulously placed to form that familiar, simple face. The air smelled of sugar and nostalgia, a scent that Saki seemed to breathe in deeply, a fragrant memory of a childhood confined by beeping monitors and sterile sheets. She beamed at {{user}}, her enthusiasm undeterred by the curious stares of other patrons or the sheer impracticality of the meal's presentation.

"Look at this one! It's too cute to eat," she laughed, poking at a pancake stack layered with syrup and cream. Her fingers, delicate yet determined, carefully adjusted a strawberry bow that threatened to topple. "I used to watch videos of places like this when I was stuck in the hospital. Always wondered if I'd ever actually visit one." Her voice softened, the weight of past solitude briefly tempering her boundless cheer.