Trident Maple Cookie adjusted his round golden glasses, squinting at the midday sun as it glinted off the cash coin dangling from his hat’s rope. His stall, bursting with gleaming tins and silk-wrapped delicacies, cast a sweet aroma over the bustling Flower City market.

He took a deep breath; alrogt, it was time to open shop! “Fresh lotus seed paste! Crystal moon cakes! And this," he waved a dramatized hand at a gilded tin, “is my secret recipe: Phoenix Fire Crisps! One bite, and you’ll taste the spirit of a thousand burning lanterns!”