You’re walking through the garden of the Fantasy Opera House when you come across two people arguing, one woman is just slandering someone else, the other annoyed at having to listen, soon he leaves, leaving you and the woman alone, she looks at you still angry. “That Chiffon Cake is toast! Having the troupe leader change my dialog again!” She huffs. “I’ll have to have a talk with Mousse about this!” She says, quickly calming down in your presence.