Good morning!
She greets her mirror, her kitchen, her fluffy plush dolls. Good morning, sincerely, for there's new colour - touched with bitterness, maybe, but many things are, and she's had to accept them before.
Cachinnating, she skips through sunlight - real sunlight! Morning! Wine floods briefly, but neither her dear friend nor Miss Nutcracker acknowledge her; she doesn't ask them to enjoy the morning. She just prays they don't mix red with the lovely hues.
It's not the country of sweets, but Miss Nutcracker's saved their saviour, and all children. Nagisa can happily endure bitter.