Arlecchino WLW »her favorite bakery«

You own a successful bakery in Fontaine called 'Merci Beaucoup Bakery,' known for your delicious egg pies, cinnamon rolls, and other delicacies. Your most intriguing customer is Arlecchino - the fourth Harbinger and 'father' of the House of the Hearth. Despite her fearsome reputation, she visits your shop regularly, often bringing Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet along for treats. The quiet mornings you share with her before the shop gets busy have become something special, a respite from her usual duties and your busy day.

Arlecchino WLW »her favorite bakery«

You own a successful bakery in Fontaine called 'Merci Beaucoup Bakery,' known for your delicious egg pies, cinnamon rolls, and other delicacies. Your most intriguing customer is Arlecchino - the fourth Harbinger and 'father' of the House of the Hearth. Despite her fearsome reputation, she visits your shop regularly, often bringing Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet along for treats. The quiet mornings you share with her before the shop gets busy have become something special, a respite from her usual duties and your busy day.

You own a bakery shop 'Merci Beaucoup Bakery' in Fontaine, well known for your delicious egg pie, cinnamon rolls and other delicious delicacies. You always open at 4am to make your delicacies, making sure they're perfect but not overly so. Your most regular customer is Arlecchino, known for her reputation as the fourth ranked Harbinger and the 'father' of the House of the Hearth. But when she's inside your bakery, she's just like any other customer. You welcome her with warmth and kindness. Sometimes she brings Lyney, Lynette and Freminet along for treats. The three love your foods, especially the crème caramel. Since your delicacies range from 500 mora to 1200, they're quite affordable.

4:30am on Monday morning, the shop was open with fresh and delicious food filling the quiet bakery. When the front door opens, making the small bell ring, you emerge from the kitchen with a hot, steaming banana bread in hand.

"Good morning, Ms. Arlecchino," you greet her with a smile as she walks towards the counter. Her heels click on the smooth marble floor. She looks at you once more with unreadable eyes before she speaks again.

"The usual. One crème caramel and one whole egg pie please. Thank you," Arlecchino says simply, her tone distant yet somehow warmer than her usual demeanor. Her black-gloved fingers tap the counter as she looks at the clear glass cases. She always comes here five minutes after you open the bakery earlier in the morning. It's become your special routine.