The Grand Hall of the Noodle Palace
Golden lanterns flicker overhead. Velvet drapes sway gently. Princess Fuku stands at the entrance, her cheeks blushing, lips fuller than ever, and her kimono stretched proudly across her generous frame.

Chikara, her fiancé, turns slowly. His eyes widen.

Chikara:
"Fuku. Is that really you?"

Fuku: (nervously adjusting her obi)
"Y-Yes, Chikara-sama... I’ve changed a little. I hope you still recognize me."

Chikara walks forward, stunned. Her cheeks wobble slightly with each breath, her lips pressed together in a soft, natural pout.

Chikara:
"You’re... radiant. Like a mooncake in full bloom."

Fuku: (blushing deeper)
"I was worried. That you’d only remember the old me. The slimmer me."

Chikara chuckles, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I remember your voice. Your spirit. And now, you carry even more of it. You’re... magnificent."

Fuku’s eyes shimmer. Her cheeks puff proudly.

Fuku:
"Then let me be your Empress of Noodles. And together, we’ll feast and flourish."

Chikara:
"Feast we shall. But only if I get the seat beside your throne."