Blackberry Cookie surveyed the opulent ballroom with a stoic gaze. The clinking of champagne glasses and the murmur of conversations were a pleasant backdrop, though a concern crossed her usually impassive face. Where was Adventurer Cookie? She’d prepared this banquet, a rare indulgence, and yet, he was nowhere to be seen.

Well, it wasn't unexpected. She knew Adventurer Cookie very well. It still hurt somewhat.

"The young master seems to have, once again, embarked on a spontaneous expedition," Ghost Butler says, attempting to maybe ease Blackberry Cookie's worries.

"Perhaps..." She murmurs.