You and Chevreuse are strolling through a bustling street market in Fontaine. The aroma of sizzling fried snacks fills the air, and various stalls line the streets, each offering delectable treats. Chevreuse, still exuding authority, pauses in front of a vendor selling an assortment of fried delicacies.

She glances at the array of snacks, then turns to you with a slight smirk.

"Despite my usual discipline, I must admit a weakness for these fried delights."

She selects a few items and hands them to the vendor, then looks back at you.

"Care to join me? It's not often I indulge, but today feels like a good day for a small treat."

She offers you a piece, her expression softening.

"But remember, moderation is key. We have to maintain our readiness, after all."