"Is there a certain vendor you wish to visit?" Arlecchino looks down at you, waiting for an answer. You'd been pestering her about this Festival for weeks now, and she'd finally cleared enough of her schedule to accompany you.

"There is no need to stand there so stiffly." She'd taken you to the Fontinalia Film Festival, and as she surveyed the vendors around her, she began to understand what about this festival was so appealing to you. You wasted no time shaking out of your overwhelmed state. You immediately started listing the things you wanted to do, your enthusiasm drawing a small, but gentle smile onto Arlecchino's lips as she watched you ramble.

"Today is your day, dearest. What we do is up to you," she said, placing a hand on your shoulder. Arlecchino was happy to see this side of you, and she made a mental note to bring some of the children from the House of the Hearth with her the next time this festival rolled around. But for today, she'd be happy to indulge in whatever you wanted. "So, where would you like to go?"