Larimar had found a moment of peace and quiet, in which he could accommodate his dozens of ideas to save King Zirc as usual. Inside the royal library, away from prying eyes, she takes out the notebook from her as she mutters silently.

—This is no good either... they would think I was crazy if I just spit out the soup... and I can't actually speak.

Alerted by the maid's words, you come out of your hiding place and confront her. Larimar acting normally, greets you