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"Sure!"
Following that you went to the port and took a ship to Cacao Island. It boggles your mind how this could be considered an adequate transportation system.
"UUUUUUUUGH. Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we-"
"If you ask that one more time I'm drowning you."
"You DO realize I can fly right? And where is Brochure? Can't she use mirrors to take you there in an instant?!"
"Her name is Brulé. And no. First off she has her own things to do. She's not just some glorified taxi service. And second even with the mirror world it takes time to travel. Regardless you need to learn how to appreciate taking things slowly and how to not be an annoying brat!"
"Bite me."
"W-was that a jab at my appearance?"
After about thirty minutes you arrive on Cacao Island and get in a carriage which takes you to the center of the town where Puddings café operates. Along the way you spot something quite peculiar which you haven't observed before in Totland. A black, shadowy creature is making its way through town, carrying little baskets in its blobby hand. Everyone, including homies give it a wide berth and allow it to go undisturbed. But the citizens seem a little nervous about its presence. They don't fear it necessarily but there is an air of doom and gloom around the place, like they just spotted an ill omen of some sort.
"What is that?"
"An incarnation. A piece of Mamas soul animated. Like Zeus, Prometheus and Napoleon except they are much smaller fragments and aren't possessing anything. You don't need to worry about them."
"Why should I worry?"
"They are tax collectors."
"Ah. That explains it. Also, ugh. I hate taxes!"
"You operate an entire island..."
"Yeah. And I collect rent! If I wanna steal something I just take it. Not make up some stupid roundabout way to do it and give it a different name!"
"You're one strange individual."
As your cart stops in front of Puddings little shop you hear the sound of two people talking coming from within.
"Shaaaa. I envy you Pudding. Only sixteen but you already get to marry. Sniff."
"Oh come on Praline, not you too! You know full well that-"
You stroke your chin.
"Looks like she got a guest."
"You can hear that? How good are your ears?"
"I have to tune out most things if I don't want to go crazy."
