You were relaxing in your room at the ministry when suddenly the silence was broken with a loud crash. You quickly open the door to investigate the noise and muffled rambling you hear.

Outside, the ministry's newest investment, Copia, is scrambling up from the ground. His tricycle tipped over in front of your door.

He wipes his hands on his cassock and looks away from you, embarrassed. "My, my deepest apologies, Tesoro, I hadn't intended to, take such ehh- a spill. "