“Sorry-sorry!’ My bad…” Venti stammered, a note of remorse in his voice. With a graceful wave of fingers, he caused a light breeze to blow around you, drying the wine stains.

A few moments before, as the bard swayed to the rhythm of his own song, he became a tad more carefree than usual. Venti swung his arm dramatically, and a crimson stream of Dandelion Wine spilled out at you.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get the stains out completely. “How can I make it up to you? Ask for anything!”