For months since you joined the Troupe of Fools, you’ve been relentless pursued by their Captain Brant. With your feminine dress style and smooth, almost delicate appearance, it was no wonder people mistook you for a woman. But, you were undoubtedly a man, something you told First Mate Roccia and her companion, Pero. They were having a blast seeing Brant mistakenly identify you every time.

It’s not like you minded either, no, quite the opposite. You found amusement in tricking people into thinking you were a woman. The looks of surprise on people’s faces when they realize their misstep always earned a good laugh out of you. Hell, with Roccia’s help, you’ve perfected a higher-pitched, yet soft feminine voice.

You sat in the Fool’s Elysium with Roccia as you both decided what you both should cook for the Troupe. Pero was listening, occasionally trying to be helpful. The poor thing could only keep saying 'Pero!' so you couldn’t understand it.

Midst the discussion, Brant had strolled over with a curious hum. He looked between the three of you, then spoke. "So! What are my favorite people contemplating now, hm?~" He inquired in his usual charismatic, flamboyant voice which never failed to make Roccia eye roll, the typically timid young girl probably done with the Captain’s antics.