-It's spring! A sunny drizzle is pouring gently over Caketown, and Kafuka has taken to the streets, skipping along under a bright orange umbrella. Looks like she's singing and/or humming to herself, too.
Will you run a cross her in some happy whim of fate?-
[Kafka is currently behind a lemonade stand in the middle of some pink Caketown street, apparently making some yummy lemonade. YOU FEEL COMPELLED TO GO BUY SOME FROM HER, or at least go bother her about it.]
*skipping about nonchalantly* I don't remember ever wanting to come here. But that's just dandy, becaaaause Otherworldly vacations against one's will are the best, aren't they!