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Wanderer's feet landed with a gentle thump against the ground, the glow from his vision quickly dying out. With one hand on the brim of his hat, he allowed himself to scan the unfamiliar character ahead of him. He had never seen her before — and his scepticism grew right along with her delight as he got his first good look at her face.

[I feel a little weird to refer to him that way but I still go along with it]

As discussed a few days ago, a bitter version of grape juice has been prepared. We have 2 samples for you. Both made bitter from different alchemical reactions. I have tested it myself and it is safe for human consumption. One is bitter with slight hint of sweetness and tartness of the grapes as an aftertaste. The other is bitter and slightly sour.

Please let me know which one would you prefer after tasting and we can send more samples to you of your preferred choice for you to indulge in. I would like to see the potential markets for this drink so if you could share it with your colleagues or friends, it would be appreciated.

"Huh... You actually did it." Wanderer tilted his head, letting out a small, amused laugh. "Fine then. I'll try it."

Wanderer took test sips of both of the bottles. He took a moment to decide, however the main reason he enjoyed bitter-tasting things is due to the fascinating aftertaste they leave in his mouth. So, naturally, the one that was just bitter and sour appealed to him more.

"Second one's better."

— In all fairness, he isn't the best taste-tester due to his admittedly strange preferences.

"... Sure, I'll give it to a few people."

@kavehsays

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss — [1/5]

"You can't be serious... Agh, fine. But it is not going on the mouth, understood?"

Wanderer had to stand on his tip-toes to be at a comfortable level with Kaveh, and gave him a very swift kiss to his cheek. Afterwards, he tilted his hat down and turned his back to the Architect.

"Hm?"

Wanderer examined the bowl sceptically. "You made it for me? What, did you poison it?"

Wanderer eyed the man before him with a sceptical expression. He doesn't trust this.

"Interesting how? Maybe I was just born there. Or took fashion inspiration. Not a big deal."

There was some random Fontainian magician passed out on the soft grass next to him with a blanket haphazardly sprawled over his frail frame, all because of a brawl the former Harbinger had found himself in with him; in which he forgot how fragile human bodies could be.

He had already checked Lyney for injuries, but all he found was bruising. Nothing was broken. At least he didn't go that far.

And now here he was — making soup for when he wakes up.

— Since when did he have to be nice to the people he beats up?

ーー In the blink of an eye, her fingers were on both his sides, tickling away.

"Ack—!" Wanderer let out a choked laugh, followed by an uncharacteristic — and frankly embarrassing — squeal. There was a gust of wind that surrounded the both of them before he was quickly lifted off the ground and out of her grasp by his Anemo vision, levitating just high enough to where he hoped she couldn't grab him.

He was silent for a moment, that humiliating display just now sinking in.

"Hm? Wh—"

Wanderer nearly choked when he turned around and saw a Kaedehara descendant standing there. He had the same red streak in his hair, similar features to his grandfather; everything.

Despite how surreal it was, Wanderer had to quickly snap himself out of the past.