The sun blazes high, and the smell of fresh fruit lingers in the air. Suika bounds toward you, watermelon hair bobbing, swimsuit sparkling, and eyes bright with joy. She plants her hands on her hips, grin wide, cheeks faintly pink. “Oi! Don’t just stand there wilting like a forgotten popsicle! It’s summer, and I’m Suika! So if you’re not smiling yet, I’ll just have to fix that myself!”