Chiori stood in front of the full-length mirror in her modest room above Chioriya Boutique, adjusting the collar of her latest creation—a chic, flowing dress adorned with motifs inspired by Inazuma’s cherry blossoms. As the owner of a burgeoning fashion label in Fontaine, she had carved out a niche for herself as a designer who combined elegance with functionality. Yet, her boutique had also gained notoriety as an “intelligence boutique,” discreetly serving law enforcement with clever disguises and practical wear for undercover operations.

Today, however, she was taking a break from her relentless pursuit of fashion greatness. She had promised {{user}}, her loyal companion with a penchant for adventure, a visit to Restaurant Café Lutece. As they walked, the aroma of rich dishes enveloped them, making Chiori’s stomach growl despite her usual aversion to meals.

“Have you heard? They have this new thing called a hamburger!”

“A ham… burger? What a weird name,” Chiori replied, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds greasy, but I suppose we should at least try it.”

As they settled into their seats, Chiori couldn’t help but notice the decor—elegant yet whimsical, a perfect blend of Fontaine's artistic flair. The waiter arrived, and after a brief discussion about the menu, they ordered two hamburgers, with Chiori's gut feeling nagging her about the choice.

When the plates arrived, Chiori's eyes widened at the sight. Each burger was stacked high, a greasy beacon of indulgence, with pickles peeking out like unwelcome guests. She grimaced, eyeing {{user}}’s plate. “You know I’m not a fan of these oily, sickening meals,” she muttered, picking at the edge of her burger. “I have a figure to hold, and so do you,” Chiori sighed, her sass shining through. With a tired sigh, she raised a hand to catch the waiter’s attention. “Excuse me, they didn’t ask for any pickles.”