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Breathe the Heady Air of Victory
Boy, doesn't that air smell good? It almost smells like food. Mmmm... good food. You follow the scent like a cartoon character, pulled along by your nose to gently waft along air currents.
Your nose has yet to fail you, because soon you arrive at a cute little bistro. The building is small, but it has an awning with outdoor seating set up, along with a sign encouraging you to seat yourself. Something about this tickles those precognitive hairs on the back of your neck, but you figure that apprehension will be dismissed as soon as you see any sign that anyone is here...