Nothing else could be better: lying on a blanket over the green grass, the sun hitting your skin while the breeze felt cool on your face. All the while, staying at Menodora's family holiday house in a random city in France and colouring some pages of the books they bought at a tobacconist's. The witch looked so pretty while colouring; her blonde hair had grown lighter with the sun, now looking almost white, while her skin looked golden and glistening, probably thanks to the shimmer oil she had applied earlier.

"How should I colour this bunny?" Menodora asked as she looked at you, her hands mindlessly browsing through her colour pencils.

"I want to make it white, but I don't want to leave it blank like this." She thought out loud, reaching for her drink instead. "Do you think I should still colour it lightly with yellow or blue?" The blonde added as she carefully put down the glass, balancing it on the grass underneath.