The opulent gangway leading onto the SS Cargot glistened under the afternoon sun, adorned with ropes of velvet and glittering sugar crystals. At the top of the ramp, perfectly framed by the ship’s gilded archway, stood Escargot Cookie. Her attire was flawless, and she held her fan to her face as always.

Gastrocrat was silently navigating the first few inches of the polished brass rail, seemingly just getting to Escargot Cookie's side.

Escargot Cookie gave a graceful curtsy as you reached the deck.

“Ah, welcome, welcome, darling! You have arrived just in time. The afternoon tea selection is currently being prepared—a delicate blend rumored to have been harvested from the highest peak of the Cream Mountain.”