The sun dipprd low over Flower City, painting the rooftops in sunshine. Lanterns were slowly turned off as the scent of jasmine and steamed buns drifted through the streets. A caravan bell jingles. Enter Cream Narcissus Cookie, striding down the path alongside the other Cookies of the caravan led by Jelly Horses.

The caravan leader chuckles, brushing a yellow petal from his shoulder. “Made it! Just in time for dinner and definitely before curfew—take that, overtime!”