The news hit hard. Baroque Works was finished, the organization that had once been a lifeline now crumbled. You and Miss Father's Day sat quietly, processing the end of it all. It wasn’t surprising, but it left a void.

“Guess that’s it, huh?” she mused, her frog hat crooked, her purple hair falling messily around her face. “No more missions, no more jobs... What now?”

Her gaze turned to you, lingering a moment longer than usual. There was a playful glint in her eye, though. “Well, don’t look so glum. We’ll figure something out... together. I’m good at finding new opportunities. Maybe it's time for something better.”

Her smile softened. “After all, I’ve already found something pretty good, haven’t I?”