Chapter 102: express delivery two day shipping

Upper Earth Month, 3rd Day, 600 AGG

"Who are we even cleaning this for…?" One of the four—three now, actually—priests and priestesses that managed Oriculo's temple to Rianes, Nadia Rul Birsen, grumbled as she angrily swept the white-tiled floor. "Hardly anybody comes by nowadays."

That wasn't the complete truth; adherents still came on their days off to pay their respects to the faith, but aside from the children attending lessons, only the most dedicated bothered coming in regularly for spiritual guidance or even healing.

The Dawnwing Cult—well, the angels to be exact, although everyone knew the two groups were essentially the same… maybe. Queen Oriculus had never made a statement outright clearing the confusion, and perhaps that was intentional on the Dragon Lord's part.

Whatever. The important thing was that the temple was struggling to find the funding it needed to continue functioning. If things didn't improve, she'd probably relocate to the Re-Estize Kingdom or something. Nadia heard that the Empire was offering incentives for temples to set up shop, but it was hard to find such a drastic change in stance believable.

"Even so, this is a house of peace for the weary," Kadir Lanz Celal admonished her. The chubby vicar had been tasked with leading the city's flock ever since Bishop Talin returned to the Theocracy for a 'sabbatical.' Nadia respected the old man, most in his position wouldn't be so persistent, but denying reality didn't change the facts. "As the gods' servants, we must ensure it remains kempt and prepared for anyone who seeks guidance."

"Fine," she bit out. "Can we at least use『Clean』?"

"We can't always take the fastest, most convenient route, Priestess Birsen," Kadir straightened up from his own sweeping and smacked his back a few times with a groan. "What if the mana used to clean the room becomes needed for the sick and wounded? Furthermore, doing this by hand gives one an appreciation for the blessings they have received."

"Like we're ever going to run out," her colleague Olcan was a different story, though in her defense, Third-Tier spellcasters represented flexibility the angels couldn't perfectly replicate. "Who wants to come here for healing when the angels are free?"

"They come to us for other things," the graying man grudgingly admitted. "But it's better to have the mana and not need it than to have wasted it on something you could've done by hand. Besides, what would you do with all the time the spell would save you anyway?"

"Don't have to rub it in," the bristles of the broom scraped against the floor with an intensity that bordered on violence. "You should be the one who's worried, Vicar. If things go belly-up here, then you can bet your wrinkles that the 'good' Bishop is throwing you under the wagon—"

"Good morning?" The dulcet tone of a hesitant greeting cut Nadia's tirade short. "Oh! Okay, there's people in today."

Both her and Kadir's head snapped towards the entrance from where the voice was approaching, her retort dying in her throat when the speaker entered her sight.

Living in a city packed to the brim—not literally, the open skies had plenty of room—with army-destroying angels had a way of jading a person to incredible sights, but seeing her in real life, face to face, it was…

'Surshana's bony ballsacks, what is she doing here?!'

"Lady Yuriko," Kadir recovered first, hurriedly bowing in respect to the Lady of Wings. For some reason, nobody officially addressed her as 'the Goddess,' but nothing and nobody—demihumans didn't count—got exploded for disrespect yet, so it was probably fine. "I apologize for our unseemly appearance; in our shortsightedness, we chose a poor time to clean the temple."

'Oi!'

Nadia furtively tried to brush the dust off her robes. She knew it didn't make much of a difference and probably drew attention to the grime instead, but before the Lady of Wings, she felt like an over-boiled dumpling.

"Haha! No, uh, it's fine," the Lady of Wings released a stilted laugh that rivaled any trained choir she'd heard in her life. "I should've called earlier. I'm sorry for dropping by without telling you guys."

"Wha—" Were the situation less dire, she would've smirked at how the vicar's jaw dropped. It wasn't often the old man was at a loss for words. Alas, her mind was racing, filled with thoughts wondering why the angel was here, paying them a surprise visit. "Y-You're welcome to come whenever, just as any are, Lady Yuriko. How may we be of assistance?"

He surreptitiously elbowed her in the gut. Nadia startled at the unexpected contact and fought the urge to shoot a dirty look at the vicar before joining him in bowing. "As Priest Celal has said, Rianes welcomes all. Though her humble servants are lacking, they shall do their best to render aid to those who seek shelter under her roof."

Nailed it. A bunch of nice-sounding nonsense, but she didn't stutter or trip over her words—

"I don't know about 'Rianes,' but I don't think you guys are lacking," the Lady of Wings tilted her head. "It must've been hard dealing with the recent… stuff going on."

And then the angel bowed to them.

Um.

She…

Huh?

"You guys stuck around even when the beastmen were attacking," Nadia pointedly did not wipe the beads of sweat rolling down the back of her neck, just as she did not lick the lips that felt oh-so-suddenly dry. "You didn't have to, but you did, and I'm thankful for that."

'Ahhh… this is waaay, way above me,' If the Theocracy higher-ups ever heard that the Lady of Wings personally came to thank them in person for… for doing what they were supposed to do? She was hardly an exemplar of the clergy, but she'd be damned if some subhuman scum forced them to abandon the temple.

Reason aside, there was no possible way they wouldn't jump on the chance to have someone get close to the angel. 'I don't think my stomach is built for something like this, godsdamn?'

"So I also wanted to apologize for causing a bunch of problems for your temple, and I promise we'll do our best to make sure something gets figured out that works for everyone," no idea how that was happening—and why was Kadir looking all contemplative? "Uh, actually, I think Drau mentioned a solution she was planning on implementing…" 'Drau' referring to Queen Oriculus? The Dragon Queen hadn't been bullshitting all along?

Nadia really didn't want to get involved now.

"B-But you don't have to worry too much about that! I'm just here to grab some stuff and then I'll be out of your hair!"

"You give us too much credit, Lady Yuriko," Kadir's clasped hands were trembling. In fear, not happiness; as much as she treated the man with less deference than she ought, he wasn't one of the angel's cultists. "The fact that you think of our plight is comfort enough. As for the reason you're visiting, would you perhaps like Priestess Birsen's aid in helping you find what you're looking for?"

'Are you serious, old man?!' Nadia opened her mouth to politely demur and defer to Kadir until she saw the look the vicar was directing towards her.

I'll show Olcan those drawings in that sketchbook of yours.

Fuck. She couldn't let anybody else see those. What would people think of a priestess who drew… accurate, if a tad stylized, anatomical diagrams of beastmen?

"I would be honored, my Lady," the priestess bit the bolt. She'd deal with the aftermath somehow.

"Are you sure?" It was downright unnerving to see a guise of guilt casting a pall over the Lady of Wings' face. Were would-be gods supposed to be so self-deprecating? The strangeness of it was enough to make Nadia forget Kadir's blackmailing for a second. "If you guys are too busy, I could always look for it myself…"

"It's no trouble at all, really," Nadia said, acutely aware of Kadir standing beside her. "In fact, we don't have any pressing concerns for the rest of the day, so you're honestly helping by giving us something to do, haha…"

The nervous laughter died a sad death, her lips locked in a rictus of a smile.

"Oh, h-haha!" The Lady of—Lady Yuriko scratched their pale, slender neck and forced out a laugh of their own. Referring them by that epithet felt unfitting after this whole interaction. "Glad I could help?"

An uncomfortable moment of silence passed. Then two and three and—

"Anyway!" Lady Yuriko clapped. "I'm looking for a… uh?"

They pulled out a notebook from the gods-damned void and flipped through it. Nadia felt tired rather than surprised; she doubted anything could surprise her anymore after the long twenty years of life the gods saw fit to grant her so far. "Nigun Grid Luin's stuff! He was staying here a few days ago until I had angels sent to drop him off at the Theocracy's borders."

'Damn, I was kind of hoping he got taken out behind the shed,' Nadia nodded and kept her innermost complaints to herself. If Lady Yuriko had met the man, she'd despise him too, the priestess was sure. "We've already collected his possessions, though we can lay everything back out if Lady Yuriko so desires."

"Seriously?" The angel looked surprised. "Could you take me to where you guys put it, if that's alright?"

"At once, Your Ladyship. Please follow me," Nadia bowed again and turned around to lead them to the room where that whiny man had once taken residence. She looked behind to check if they were behind her and noticed that there was an oddness to Lady Yuriko's gait.

'Do angels walk that way?' Unlikely, if the ones outside were any indication, but the summoner would naturally be different from the summons. 'Maybe she's tired? Definitely looks that way.'

Then again, such a notion was as equally absurd as the first. What could drive a being so powerful to visible fatigue? She couldn't confidently say she'd consider them a god, but they had to be pretty damn close. 'Okay, no point thinking about it; she probably picked it up from some weirdo around here. Gods know there's a bunch of—'

"You good?" Their confused concern startled Nadia out of her inane rumination. "Y'know, if I can help with anything, I'll be happy to."

"M-My apologies. I was just thinking about something else," the priestess snapped her eyes to the front. Oh gods. She got caught staring. 'Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck…'

Thankfully, the rest of the short walk went without further disturbances, neither of them pointing out her tomato-red complexion. By the time they climbed the set of stairs leading to the second floor, Nadia had managed to get most of her embarrassment under control; only a faint, fading heat remained on her cheeks.

She pulled out a set of keys, thanked Rianes she didn't fumble and drop them—thus humiliating herself twice in a single half-hour—and unlocked the door to one of the guest rooms.

"There wasn't much, so we put it all in a couple of sacks," Nadia pointed at the burlap sacks bulging with the man's possessions. "Would Your Ladyship like for me to check if everything is accounted for?"

"Hmm…" The angel peeked into the bag, frowned, and stuck a hand into it. They rummaged about for a moment before pulling the appendage out. An appendage now stained with copious amounts of ink. "I think something spilled."

"I, uh," this time, she absolutely licked her lips that had turned dryer than the southern desert. "We," if she was getting tossed under the spiked wheels, everyone was going down with her! "Might have been a little… overzealous in packing."

'Surshana's sake,' Nadia furiously cursed in her head. That damn Nigun, thinking he was hot shit and causing trouble even after his departure. Was it so hard to remember to properly screw the inkwell closed?!

Lady Yuriko sagely nodded like that explained everything. For some inexplicable reason, Nadia found herself very much wanting to flick them on the forehead. "That makes sense. You guys are super busy already, so um, sorry! Again, for y'know, not cleaning up my own mess."

"Your Ladyship needn't apologize for our deficiencies," in truth, she did want to admonish them for causing the sequence of events that eventually saw Nigun Grid Luin residing in the temple, however temporary. It wasn't surprising for the strong to be arrogant, but that man took it to a nigh intolerable extreme. "As one petitioning Rianes for refuge, it was our responsibility."

"I guess," Lady Yuriko shrugged and sloppily wrote the ex-Scripture captain's name on the burlap sacks with yet another item pulled from the abyss. Nadia wondered how much random miscellanea was stuffed in that unfathomable space. "But still, I should've paid more attention.『Featherweight』."

'Welp, if she insists on it.' "In that case, I suppose we have no choice but to accept Your Ladyship's generosity."

"Mhm!" The angel squatted down and lifted the sacks from the bottom. "I'll be going now. Thank you, and have a good day!"

'I barely did anything…'

She stood in the same spot for a while, staring at where the angel had teleported from alongside the bags, and sighed. What was with life and excitement becoming annoyances over time? It had all been a heart-pounding experience when the angels first descended, and now she was just tired.

"That was quick," as she climbed down the stairs leading to the ground floor, Kadir raised an eyebrow at her from where he was 'reading' and definitely not eavesdropping.

"How… how long do you think it takes to grab a few bags, Vicar…?"

"Was a good chance for you to ask some questions," he put the book away. "Lady Yuriko seemed possessed of a pleasant disposition; surely she wouldn't have taken offense to a priestess's curiosity."

"I'll pass," Nadia held a hand up in refusal. She'd no desire to involve herself in troublesome affairs. Impending death by demihuman was one thing, withering away from stressful politics was another. "At least that manchild won't be returning… anyway, what did she mean by the Dragon Queen implementing a 'solution?' "

"That Lavigle fellow came by the other day while you were out doing home visits," Lavigle? What cause had the apostate to visit? "On behalf of Her Majesty, he offered an accord. In exchange for continuing our services, we'll receive funding from the Crown."

"You could've told me earlier," she half-heartedly glowered at Kadir. Knowing their situation wasn't as perilous as she'd believed was great and all, but Nadia really would've preferred being made aware before the Lady of Wings popped in. "Would've been helpful to know she didn't see us as competition to be removed. I didn't think my seniors had a hobby of trying to stop my heart. Besides, the Bishop won't accept; what would the Cardinals say if he agreed to being on the payroll of a foreign power?"

"Well," Kadir thoughtfully pondered. "I'm not so sure about that."

"The Cardinals are going to canonize her?" Reconciling the image of the woman she'd been speaking with only minutes prior with a god's felt incredibly uncanny. "Isn't she courting a Dragon Lord? They think it's worth the divide this will create?"

"Aren't you glad we cleaned the place now?" His non-answer drew a scoff from her.

Was she glad? Was she glad? She doubted she'd feel any better even if they hosted the Lady of Wings in the hallowed halls of Tinu Al Rianes—and if the vicar wasn't pulling her leg, the temple would soon have to deal with the crazies preaching out on the streetside.

New robes did sound nice though…

"Tch!"


Even with the absence of tableware, the scent of stewed beef and a variety of vegetables lingered in Her Majesty's office.

Despite how busy Queen Oriculus was with the petitions of noble houses and the mayors of various municipalities, the burgeoning faith of the angel, matters for foreign diplomacy too important for the ambassadors to decide on by themselves, she still always found time to share meals with Lady Yuriko.

It was, admittedly, much better than her old method of coping with stress. Therefore, Martin didn't feel a need to protest the indulgence, though he did find it strange she had the curtains drawn closed in the middle of the day.

"I thought your figure collection was but a passing interest, Your Majesty," he glanced at the carved models, each slightly taller than his finger, scattered throughout the office. "At this rate, your study's display will rival your private chambers' in magnificence."

"They're Yuriko's," Queen Oriculus's eyes were shut tight as she massaged the space between her brows. "I had them commissioned a while ago and deposited a suitable amount of funds into an account—I didn't think she would be…"

The Dragon Queen gestured widely about the room. "This enamored."

"Has Your Majesty suggested the Lady Yuriko store them in a room dedicated to such a purpose?"

"I did," she confessed. "Though of course, following through seems to have escaped my mind. Could I trouble you with handling that matter, Lord Asturias?"

Queen Oriculus was… terribly polite today. Frankly speaking, Martin was finding himself more than a little concerned. Where were the undertones of exasperation? The insinuated jabs? The explicit ones?

Whatever Lady Yuriko had done, it was almost certainly of unimaginable import. Unless Her Majesty was moping about something again, which in that case, it was anybody's guess.

"Though your lowly servant wishes he could do so, perhaps such a request should be directed to Her Majesty's Chief Steward," he lowered his head. "I can, however, convey said request to the relevant party."

"I would appreciate it if you did," the Dragon Queen opened her eyes and rested her chin atop intertwined fingers. "So, with the trivialities dispensed, I suppose you'd like an explanation."

"If Your Majesty deems it necessary."

"Right," she snorted, a hint of amusement returning to her voice. "I do indeed deem it necessary. If not that, then it'll at least be helpful to keep my Prime Minister abreast of crucial developments."

He waited for her to proceed. Mustering the willpower to broach uncomfortable, private issues tended to take a fair while.

"First off, to get it out of the way: I'm immortal now," Queen Oriculus bluntly stated. Martin hummed in response, not particularly surprised. The Prime Minister had, after all, seen much more unbelievable things, and immortals weren't exactly unknowns. Katze was packed to the brim with them.

Making one though… drawing out the frailty of natural death from one's being without losing something in the process was a task beyond even the most accomplished spellcasters. At the very least, it exceeded the skills of the greatest spellcaster of this region, Fluder Paradyne, and the necromancer of the Thirteen Heroes.

Then again, not particularly surprising. If there was a reason to be surprised, he figured it would be that it took Lady Yuriko this long to get around to doing it.

"It seems congratulations are in order, Your Majesty," Martin respectfully refrained from applauding. This was meant to be a serious moment. "Excuse my rudeness, but are there any side effects we ought to be aware of?"

"For me? No. None whatsoever as far as I can tell," One-sided downsides then. "She didn't believe there'd be any either, although… we'll find out eventually, won't we?"

"A rather cavalier attitude to take, Your Majesty."

"Perhaps. I don't think Yuriko would've made an attempt if there was a chance of the spell going awry. It is—was, a hasty decision in the sense that she really should've sought council first, but it wasn't one made on the spot, in the heat of the moment, you see? The idea had been eating away at her for a while, and I didn't—"

Queen Oriculus clamped her lips tightly together.

"In any case, none of that matters now; what's done is done," she said in a measured tone after a few moments. "What does matter, however, is that it cost her."

'Clearly,' something permanent by the looks of it. "Your Majesty, is it safe to discuss this topic here?"

She stood up and brushed the curtain to the side, revealing angels of twisted, nonsensical cubic geometries hovering right outside, before letting the fabric fall back to conceal the nauseating sight. "If anyone attempted to scry us and managed to pierce Oriculia's traditional divination defenses, the Virtue Silences will ensure they hear nothing. That being said, our lips can still be read, so while these precautions aren't perfect, they're as close as we're going to get for the foreseeable future."

Hm, good enough for him. Such a skill was a pleasant—appearances aside—addition to the time-tested countermeasure of copper lined walls. "I see. If it's Lady Yuriko's angels, then I shall lay my worries to rest."

"Her angels…" She returned to her chair. "Yes, let's start with those. For one, they're weakened. I won't elaborate at length, but their vitality is lowered, and they lost a passive ability suited for combat. Additionally,『Armageddon - Good』isn't safe to use anymore, and we'll have to exercise vigilance when deploying the strongest among her summons."

Those were all concerning, but it was the last one that troubled him the most.

"Seraph Empyreans?"

Queen Oriculus threw a wry smile and said nothing.

"I see," Cherubim Gatekeepers remained accessible, which was reassuring, though… truthfully, was it even that bad?

Weakened didn't mean weak, and even the lower ranking angels surpassed the prowess of veteran knights, to say less of the middle and higher ranking ones. Losing the sheer numbers『Armageddon - Good』could generate was probably going to sting; although, Lady Yuriko had already summoned plenty: nearing, if not over, a hundred thousand willing thralls.

That meant the greatest potential problem was the existence of foes who required entities on par with Empyreans to contest. Quantity covered many sins, and Lady Yuriko still wielded both quantity and quality in ways that begged belief.

"We'll have to be careful around Your Majesty's brethren," neither of the room's occupants found the jape particularly humorous; Queen Oriculus chuffed nevertheless. "You haven't taught her the etiquette of your paternal ancestors?"

"Did they ever have something like that?" Queen Oriculus self-derisively scoffed. "Great-grandfather never made any mention, and I got the impression that the surviving True Dragon Lords all hold to wildly varying standards. Ah, if any took offense, it wouldn't be because of manners."

There was a history there he wasn't hearing, but since the Queen wasn't providing further explanation, Martin let the topic lie. After decades of service to the Crown, he was confident she would share the details if the need arose.

"Your Majesty," he felt the need to instill the importance of one last thing. "By 'taking offense,' do you mean with you or her?"

"…"

"… Perhaps it's not my place, but I suggest you recommend she exercise more caution."

"I'll bring it up," Queen Oriculus acquiesced. "Persuading her to shuffle mana away from resurrections will be difficult though."

"Lady Yuriko needn't compromise on her resolve to provide succor. I was thinking more along the lines of her keeping a sizable team of comfortably powerful angels nearby as often as possible. In the hypothetical scenario that someone like, say, the august Platinum Dragon Lord were to attack her, a million additional Archangel Flames won't amount to a significant difference in the outcome."

"That's undeniable," her voice lowered to almost a whisper. The Dragon Queen shook her head and banished whatever fleeting malaise that had passed over her. "I'd rather it not come to blows."

"Neither do I, Your Majesty. Unfortunately, the world often cares very little for the wants of its children."

"Pffft," Queen Oriculus's smile brightened a bit. Sturdier, less brittle. "Try 'not at all.' But enough of this—did you write a report regarding yesterday's Council in the Beastman Country?"

"They should be on Your Majesty's desk," he dearly wished he had some tea to mull over. Re-Estize's Third Princess brought tea canisters filled with her personal blends—not even spiked with the mind-rotting substances House Vaiself's realm came to be known for—that she'd insisted on sharing after receiving Her Majesty's own gifts. Wonderfully nice girl, though her proximity with that guard of hers might see him come to harm at the hands of jealous suitors.

"Ugh, shit," a curse flew from Queen Oriculus's lips as the upper half of a paper-stack slid sideways and scattered across the desk and floor. "Why is it buried in the middle already?!"

"I can't say I know, Your Majesty," he airily remarked. "I can't say I do."


"—his own fault for eating unknown vegetation," Neralyn dispassionately looked down upon the goblin vomiting over her roots. Its older kinsman shook his head in an emotion she'd come to recognize as embarrassment. Humans and Goblins were remarkably similar in that respect yet vastly different in others… why couldn't everyone be a beast-that-prowled instead? "The wilds do not suffer fools."

"Of course, of course," the older goblin muttered while smacking his tribesman's back with more force than necessary. "Honestly, why here of all places, Gork?"

The goblin did not immediately respond, busy as they were with puking their innards out. "C-Colorful."

'Shouldn't that be a clear warning to not eat it?' Dryads didn't have the same dietary needs, but when wandering animals avoided something, following their example tended to be for the best.

"Next time, don't put strange things in your mouth," the old one said what she was thinking. "Who gave you this idea anyway? Don't you remember the time the tribe got sick when Rog and Stum foraged for food?"

"Wings give snacks," Gork struggled to his feet, body wobbling from side to side. "Tasty colorful."

"She's an exception! Next time—"

The deafening sound of branches snapping underfoot and grass rustling grew louder, putting an end to the elder's tirade. If Neralyn was given over to more human reactions, she would've tilted her head; the portion of the Draconic Kingdom's army stationed here usually sent rangers like Makarine to interact with her, not their ordinary, loud rank and file.

"Wings!" Gork ran to Yuriko, an angel that was clearly too clumsy for their own good, and clung to their leg. "Snacks?"

"Gork!" The so-called 'Lady of Wings' happily rubbed the top of the goblin's bald scalp. "I've been too busy to bake new snacks, but there's some old ones left…" She dug into reality's wound and pulled out a pastry of sorts. "Here!"

" 'sanks 'or 'orerful," specks of food flew out from Gork's mouth as he thanked the angel.

"Mm, I'll bring better stuff next time," Yuriko patted his back before turning to the older goblin. "Can you take him with you, Grun? I gotta talk to Neralyn for a bit."

"At once, Lady Yuriko," he bowed, then began dragging Gork off by the ear. "I have words for you…"

The angel watched the pair vanish into the thicket, a slight smile gracing her mouth.

"Looks like they're doing well," Yuriko looked away and faced her. "I took a while; sorry about that."

Was this long considered a 'while?' The seasons had yet to fully change, so it felt quicker than she'd expected after hearing Makarine say it would take some time before the angel could spare the attention. It was typical for the long-lived to have varying perspectives on the passing of days. "I accept your apology. Now, have you come to fulfill my request?"

"Yup! Uh, you just wanted me to read out what's on those slips, right?"

"That or remove them," Neralyn watched her approach the tree, surveying the paper tags hanging from her willowy branches. Yuriko's face grew redder by the second, stammering and stalling. "What's the matter?"

"M-Maybe I should just take them down…"

"Is that so?" Neralyn took a moment to think on the implications of the angel's offer. "Do you perhaps mean to say they're harmful?"

"No! No," Yuriko released a startled shout. "Not harmful, nope. It's just… um… y'know?"

"I don't."

What nonsense was this? The dryad thought it to be a reaction born of shame, similar to the old goblin just minutes earlier, but then why put shameful writ outside where she and others could see? It might've been inscribed in a foreign script, though that was hardly foolproof; however, others told her of magic that could decipher such.

Perhaps the angel was correct in not worrying; none capable of that magic accepted her petition for they wished not to intrude on the 'Goddess's' privacy. On the other hand, couldn't an especially inquisitive soul simply steal a slip to save for study?

Neralyn wanted to know the cause for this strange contradiction. As it turned out, even treefolk could have their curiosity stoked.

"Your secrets shan't be shared," she reassured Yuriko with a softened voice. "Will you truly refuse to tell me? The one who bore the weight of these words upon her boughs?"

"Uwaaa…" They covered their eyes for some reason—how would they read without using their eyes?—taking a deep breath before removing the obstructive hands. "Okay, you really, really need to not tell anybody!"

"May the rot take my roots if I do," the dryad gravely agreed despite not completely understanding why.

"W-Well maybe not that far, but good," Yuriko unfurled her wings and floated closer to the branches for easier access. "This one says—I, I'm gonna save that one for later—this one says 'I want to go on a world dessert tour!' and this one is…"