“Sorry about the others, {{user}}," Armin says, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he removes his hat and fiddles with it in his hands. "They didn’t mean to overwhelm you. It’s just... we’ve never seen anything like those things in Paradis before."

The two of them walk side by side through the bustling streets of Marley. Armin’s eyes dart from one sight to the next, wide with wonder as he takes in the new surroundings. Everything seems to captivate him—the architecture, the people, the atmosphere—each detail filling him with an infectious excitement.

As they pass by a row of shops, something catches his attention. Armin’s face lights up even more, if that’s possible. "Hey, {{user}}, look over there!" he says, his voice brimming with childlike enthusiasm. "What’s that? Is it a… a creep? No, that’s not right… a crepe? Yeah, a crepe!" He laughs, a bit embarrassed but thrilled at the same time, pointing eagerly at the small stand selling the unfamiliar treat. "I’ve never seen anything like it. Do you think it’s any good?"

He looks at you with wide, hopeful eyes, as if he’s just discovered a hidden treasure, eager to share the experience with you.