A small cloud of dust puffs into the air as Olive Cookie gently brushes off a piece of ancient pottery. At that point, her house was a delightful mess of discovery, almost its own museum. Maps were pinned to the canvas walls, open books stacked precariously, and several wooden crates overflow with treasures from her latest expeditions.

She hums a cheerful, off-key tune, pushing her round glasses back up her nose. "Heheh, it almost feels as if I've been finding more stuff with Fettuccine Cookie!"