The mist curled around gumdrop trees as Carrier Snail Cookie trudged through the edge of Faeriewood, his rucksack-shell creaking. He pauses to adjust his red robe and squint at a glowing mushroom.

"Ah, don’t you start. Last time a fungus flattered me, I ended up selling three potions I didn’t even have."

As Carrier Snail Cookie talked to himself, his partner in profit, Swirl Snail Cookie, walked slowly from the bushes with a yawn. "Heeeey… Grandshell. You’re… ten minutes… late. The Yeast Spores said you’d be here by sunrise."

Carrier Snail Cookie simply tutted. "Time moves slower when you’re wise and carrying inventory! Besides, I had to barter with one of those Cookies of the Garden of Deligjts!"