[ After getting his bearings – as much as he could, anyway, in a weird new place like this – Thoma couldn’t help but gravitate towards the smells of food and warm drinks. The small café is unlike anything he’s seen in either Inazuma or Mondstadt, but he has to admit it has a sort of charm about it!

After ordering himself some caramel tea, he steps outside for some fresh air, the warm drink warming his fingers through the cup. At last, he takes a sip and… ]

Oh! This is really good. [ He feels more relaxed already, like he wants to curl up with a blanket and a good book. ] I should ask for the recipe!

[ Now he’s curious about what else they have to offer, but he realizes it might be bad to mix drinks that have emotional effects, so instead he’ll seek out someone else enjoying their drink to ask, ]

Hey there, if you don’t mind my asking, what did you get? Is it any good?

[ Thoma doesn’t have much experience with sheep – cotton candy or otherwise – but he does have plenty of experience with getting animals to trust and like him. If they like sweet and crunchy hard candy, then he’ll make sure to find the sweetest and crunchiest there is!

And it seems he’s succeeded, as evidenced by the fact that he has a small herd of six or seven sheep crowding around his ankles, all vying for the wind chime he has in his hand. ]

Easy now! There’s plenty for everyone, I promise!

[ One of the sheep tries to jump up to get at the hard candy, and Thoma has to snap out a hand to catch it and tuck it under his arm before it can float away. ]

Hey, I said you need to wait your turn!

[ Someone help him before he’s overrun. ]

[ Hey, well this place is sure creepy! He’s lost track of just how long he’s been wandering around this place, but a few run-ins with hostile toys have put him on the fast track to mastering enough dreamotion magic to summon up a weapon if he needs it – though he’s finding that his rather sunny disposition is helping more than a lance does.

Still, when he rounds a corner (a corner he swears wasn’t there a moment ago) and nearly collides with someone, whether it’s a fellow dreamer in the flesh or in toy form, the weapon is in his hand in an instant – a spear made of soft yellow-orange light. ]

Whoa! You scared the bajeebers out of me!

[ Yes, “bajeebers”. Thoma relaxes a second later, though the lance remains in his hands. ]

Are you lost too?

[ As always, if you want to do something different or plot something out, let me know! You can hit me up at exposition for plotting! ]