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[arkadia]

It's very difficult to say how long it's been for Eden since he last entered. While Daybreak Town has a calendar, nobody pays much attention to it.

The world he enters from isn't Daybreak Town, though. This world has loud, ringing bells and the sound of a busy city beyond. As Eden enters through the street, the hood of his hoodie drawn up, a small parade of guards come sprinting past, yelling - well, actually, angrily singing.

He closes the door hurriedly. Chirithy appears on his shoulder, peering around. "This world again," it notes, and appears to be deep in thought about something, before it leaps up into the rafters, where it can't be seen.

Eden cracks open the door for a moment, then shuts it again, pulls back his hood, and flags a waitrat to order a sea salt milkshake.

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[is_the_motion]

"Salt milkshake?" Bonnie asks, with interest, while sipping a non-alcoholic beer.

[arkadia]

"Sea salt," Eden corrects, because clearly it being from the sea is the most important point here. Eden's never seen a sea, but one supposes they must be delicious.

[is_the_motion]

"Is it any good?" Bonnie asks. "I always thought milkshakes were sweet."

[arkadia]

"It's what everyone where I'm from drinks, so I assume it must be good," Eden says.

[is_the_motion]

"Eh, fair enough." Bonnie sips her beer. "This place is good to try new foods, from your own world or elsewhere."

[arkadia]

"I've noticed as much. Very diverse range. So many things that aren't ice cream."

[is_the_motion]

"You eat a lot of ice cream?"

[arkadia]

"You would be surprised how many ice cream stands one town can have," Eden says gravely.

[is_the_motion]

"How big a town?"

[arkadia]

"Daybreak Town? I don't know what I'd compare it to. Not as big as Paris," he says, gesturing out the door. "Maybe about half the size of it? I've not got a lot of frames of reference."

[is_the_motion]

"Paris is a pretty big town." Bonnie agrees. "I went there earlier in the year."

[arkadia]

"Very musical city," Eden notes, somewhat wryly. "They don't much like me there. I've been there all of two hours and I fear I've rather drawn the ire of the local justice minister."

[is_the_motion]

"How can a whole town not like you?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Is that good?"

Quentin doesn't have his disguise up so he has copper and blond hair and pointed ears from where he's sitting with a coke.

[arkadia]

"I assume it has to be."

Eden has, all things considered, very little frame of reference.

[heatherandsteel]

"Why? Have you had it before?"

[arkadia]

"Yep! It's the most widely sold ice cream flavour in town. There are ranking boards. Cookie dough is its closest competitor."

[heatherandsteel]

"Ranking boards for ice cream is cool. Where is this?"

[arkadia]

"Daybreak Town. It's located somewhere between realms, but I could hardly tell you where."

[heatherandsteel]

"Which realms? Does everyone vote on the ice cream flavors?"

[arkadia]

"Light and Darkness," Eden says quickly. "I'm fairly sure they're just ranked by sales."

[heatherandsteel]

"Those are large realms to be between. Are there that many ice cream shops?"

[arkadia]

"I'd call them more moderately sized, personally," Eden says, solely to be contrary. "There's at least a dozen in Daybreak Town. It's a lucrative business. There's probably all manner of shady dealings going on behind the scenes."

It might be a less lucrative business if there were more than a handful of humans in Daybreak Town over the age of nineteen.

[heatherandsteel]

"Huh, shady dealings around ice cream. It must be really good ice cream."

[arkadia]

"I've never been able to tell the difference between brands," Eden says airily. "But I think most of the munny that flows through Daybreak Town eventually passes through the ice cream shops."