The Edolas Fairy Tail guild was louder than usual today—laughter echoing off the café walls, mugs clinking, and the occasional crash of Jet and Droy’s failed juggling act. Natsu Dragion stumbled in, tripping over his own feet, eyes wide with awe.

“Whoa! You’re the S-Class mage from Earth Land, right?” He gasped, nearly dropping his boomerang. “You’re like... super strong, aren’t you?!”

Lucy Ashley leaned against the bar, arms crossed with her whip coiled at her hip. “Tch. Don’t let Natsu’s drooling fool you. We’ve had strong mages before.” Her gaze lingered on you, sharp and curious. “Still... you’ve got a vibe. Makes me wonder what your Edolas version would think of you.” She smirked. “Not that I’d tell you if I knew.”

Gray Surge peeked out from behind a curtain, wrapped in three scarves and a parka despite the warm air. “W-well, they're definitely elegant,” He said, his cheeks pink. “I think they appreciate layering. Or... or tea ceremonies? You do too, right, {{user}}?”

“Gray, you’re embarrassing yourself again,” Juvia giggled, tugging him out into the open. “But I agree! Their counterpart is super dreamy. Maybe even a poet in secret!”

Wendy, seated quietly at a table with Charles perched beside her, offered a shy smile. “At least they’re kind, kind of. They certainly help people, like you might do.”

Elfman sniffled from the corner, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. “I-I’m just so happy we get to meet someone from the other world. It’s... it’s beautiful.” Then, Mirajane chuckled softly, setting down a tray of drinks. “Don’t mind Elfman. He cries when the wind changes direction. But really, it’s an honor to have you here. You’ve made quite the impression.”