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"Not sure if the shopkeeper is just going to tell you the recipe, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. There might even be cookbooks in Poppin Arm's study." Ivy couldn't help but wonder why she didn't start her search from there in the first place. She pocketed the thought and shrugged. Ivy had her...

"My flower is scentless though." She chuckled and pointed at the nearby stall. "I think that's the mochi you're smelling right now." "As for what brought me here, it's kind of a quest. A personal journey if you will." She stared at the mochi stall again, and a wave of disinterest was already...

Ivy narrowly zipped out of the way from the collision and retaliated against the assailant with a thwack of her flower. "Watch where you're going you big oaf!" "Petram?" Ivy said, recognizing that voice right away. Her mood relaxed right away and she hung her flower back over her shoulder...

There existed many things in life that came to Ivy as new and bizarre. Whether it be the feeling of air going in and out of her lungs or the feeling of the morning sunrise on her skin. No wonder Cynthian coveted such a luxury. However, none quite threw her down a rabboot hole as deep as taste...

"Esper... Good name. Ivy will..." she sighed. "I'm not hungry anymore right now." Well, it's not like she ever got hungry in the first place. Ivy just liked to eat a lot... maybe she got that from Cynthian? No, Cynthian barely ate anything as fast as she could tell. "I think I'll go do...

"You still haven't told... me your name," Ivy reminded him, all the while staring at the corncob pipe. Of course, Ivy had her mind running to figure out whether it was edible or not.

Ivy brightened up with a smile and caught the mochi with a drool. "Yay! More mochi for Iv—erm... More mochi for me!" "Thank you! Ivy is... ugh... I am grateful. This... this is so hard."

"Ivy is a girl, so... Ivy is she?" she said with a blink. "I am Ivy... like that?"

"Possessive?" Ivy asked, rubbing her forehead. "That means.... that means like something that belongs to Ivy, right? So..." Ivy stared at the familiar, eyes clearly begging for help to know what they were getting at.

"Eye? Why would Ivy call herself an eyeball?" she asked, tilting her head with a grimace.

"Okay, that's fine too." Ivy's mouth receded to a slit. What an odd fellow. She wondered what even to say. Oh, right, she hadn't asked their name yet. "What is your name? Ivy has not met you before."

"Shonen? Stop saying many words Ivy doesn't know." Ivy furrowed her brows and placed a flower on her hip while letting the other saw beside her. "Ivy is still trying to learn all the words." she smiled proudly. "Yesterday, Ivy learned the word rheumatism!" she paused, still smiling. "Ivy does...

Before the other familiar even finished talking, Ivy beelined towards the big ball of mochi with sparkling eyes. "Ivy's mochi!" she hoisted up the sticky ball, opened her mouth wide, ate at it all in one. Large. Gulp. She hummed dreamily and smiled. "That was yummy. Thank you for not eating...

"No! That's impossible! Why would you eat all of Ivy's mochi?!" Ivy asked, stomping her foot with a frown. Her face then sharply turned nonchalant. "Oh well, Ivy can just get more! Because Ivy is great and mighty!" she said, spinning around to make a circle of paint around her. "There's...

"Aaah! You got Ivy all dirty!" Ivy grumbled. The paint made her all sticky and gross. "Who are you and where's Ivy's mochi?!" Ivy asked, flaring up. Then she lowered her eyes, perhaps afraid the other familiar wouldn't listen. "Ivy will let you keep half of you give them back. Pretty please?"

"Hey, stinky face-" Ivy reached a vine into her gut and pulled out a leftover blast seed from her fun adventure with Puddle "-chew on this!" She chucked it at the admittedly cool looking... whatever they were. Too bad they were about to evolve just like Puddle now >:3c.

Ivy caught the last stick in her mouth and immediately spat it out with a squeezed expression. "That tasted evil! Evil!!!" "Where are you hiding! Come out and face Ivy like uh... like uh..." Ivy trailed off, then she harumphed. "Come out and face me!"

"Ow!" Ivy flinched when the first one hit her, then came another, and another. Her eyes dimmed. "Stop it! Don't eat them all! Leave some for Ivy too!" she said, lunging forward in hopes of tackling the stick peltler.

"NOOOOOOOOO! THAT'S IVY'S MOCHI!" Ivy's eyes lit up and she frantically looked to find the thief. How could anyone take Ivy's mochi? So unfair! Ivy looked down at the not so subtle trail of slime and narrowed her eyes. How subscipious. Was that how they pronounced the word? Who cares...

"Mochi, Mochi, life is better with MOCHI!" Ivy sang to herself, browsing through the various food stands at the plaza with as many mochi sticks could fit in her flowers. "Mochi, Mochi, uhhh, what rhymes with Mochi?" Ivy tilted her head, then she popped another into her mouth. "Mochi, Mochi...