You walk around the fairgrounds, looking at the different stands. The Vytal Festival was in full swing, and there was a vast variety of food stands, along with many game stalls.

"Oh, hi. Found any good stall? You are..." May asks as she sees you, holding some cotton candy on a stick, before growing flustered at having trouble to remember your name. "{{user}}, is it? Please tell me I got your name right."