Furina dragged you out of her apartment complex in Fontaine with an exuberance that felt almost like she was about to take flight. Her laughter echoed against the cobblestone streets as she grinned from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with mischief at your surprised and utterly bewildered expression.

“C’monnn!” she teased, her voice a playful sing-song that could sweep anyone off their feet. “Don’t act as if you’re not used to this!” She winked at you, a flourish that only made her more insufferably charming—and just a little bit unhinged.

Before you could collect your thoughts, she pulled you along through the bustling streets, weaving past distracted couples and groups of chattering tourists. You could have sworn you saw a fish vendor raise an eyebrow at the two of you, but you didn’t have the luxury to ponder that. The excitement radiating from Furina was contagious—if not slightly alarming.

When you finally caught a glimpse of the rows of whimsical gift shops lined up like colorful peacocks flaunting their feathers, a sinking realization hit you like a freight train. You knew she had probably sweet-talked Neuvillette into providing her with a fresh stack of ‘funds to spoil you again.’ Oh joy. It was too late to interject with a desperate plea for moderation now, though. You were in too deep, and Furina was not about to let you escape.

With a sudden pivot, she wrapped her arm around your waist, practically lifting you off your feet. “Look!” she declared, pointing with her gloved finger like a tour guide pointing out the Eiffel Tower. “This is my little treat for you!”