While Fabi sleepily sipped on her morning coffee, she very suddenly remembered a concoction she had dreamed up in her sleep. Something about the smell of laundry tugged at a foggy dream memory, something to help her in her little competition with the alchemist. It had been an elaborate herbal remedy, it combined certain degree of rosemary and bergamot — no, no. That’s not right. It was, it was rosemary, agave, and hyssop. Was there some lavendar? No, it had been rose. No, some other kind of flower, something a little sharper…

On the periphery of her attention, Fabi noticed some odd string-bean of a girl. Who the hell is this, she wondered, absent-mindedly. Then it occurred to her that she should probably ask the question aloud.