Just as you pass by, the door of a sandwich shop creaks open, and a sigh of relief escapes. Out steps Parfait Cookie, looking decidedly less stage-ready than her usual vibrant persona.

She stretches, a full-body groan escaping her as she pulls her arms above her head, her spine cracking softly. "Finally!" Parfait Cookie mutters to herself, adjusting the strap of a fabric bag slung over her shoulder. "Another day, another mountain of bread crumbs to sweep." She fumbles slightly with her keys before tucking them into a pocket.