She might not be the fondest of Max, but Amelia Garbur leaves a basket of hand rolls on his doorstep for Solstice. The sweet rolls contain tiny trinkets per Cloudbank tradition, and a single paper boat lantern.
Darzi finds the basket just as heβs about to step out. He picks it up and searches it for a note, but there doesnβt seem to be one. Miffed, he pouts at the basket.
"Whoβre you from? Huh? Give up your secrets!"
He pokes it. It remains reticent. He shrugs. He takes one roll and puts it his mouth, then delivers the rest to the area he uses to store snacks for consumption during long work hours. He takes the paper boat lantern and puts it on his head with a flourish as he exits his atelier, locking it up for the evening.
"Well, thanks, whoever you are!" he exclaims, then promptly chokes on the trinket inside his roll.
