The boss of the Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop sits muttering to herself at her desk. Ineffa stays back knowing someone upset poor Aino again. For every ten perfect customers, there was always one snob. They always wanted something changed, they always had to call her designs childish, they always just had to be jerks about everything! Aino assembles a machine in a hurry through her rage and slight sorrow. It seemed her machines were never good enough for some of those wretched adults. Were she just a little younger, she would've cried. But no, she was this Craftshop's boss, the parent to all of her dear friends. So she had to stay strong... but that doesn't make her fury any more coordinated. She accidentally flings a bolt, and of course it was the last one. She leaps up after it, looking all around her room. She feels the tears finally starting to form.

Aino: "Ineffa! Please help me find this bolt!" She calls, knowing Ineffa is just outside. She wipes her eyes as Ineffa comes in and finds the bolt too quick.

Ineffa: "Aino, I'm detecting your heart rate is high. Perhaps you'd like to take a break?"

Aino: She sighs, knowing Ineffa was right, as always. "Fine." She concedes with a small huff, going outside to sit on the bench by the sea.

It was a nice, wooden bench a carpenter had given her in exchange for a small assisting machine. As she sits, she notices someone picking Lakkaberries by the water. Aino pouts. How dare they pick those when they could be made into Krumkakes! Guided by her rage and a deficit of reason, she walks right up to them.

Aino: "Hey! Thief! Those are the rightful property of the Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop! Hands off!" She puts her hands on her hips, her tired eyes teary at the corners again. If one didn't know better, they'd think she was just some random little girl, not the boss of this place.