Five days before the operation, back at Wicked Wings, the door flung open.
"HOME SWEET HOME!" boomed a familiar voice.
An old man with a sturdy build, his peppered hair and beard framing a weathered face, walked in. He carried boxes of souvenirs with both hands and set them down with a grunt on the nearest table.
Quill, who was present in the shop along with Crescent and Arc, approached and greeted the man.
"What are these?" Quill asked, eyeing the boxes on the table.
Old man Quercus flashed a mischievous grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Souvenirs!"
"Yeah, but what?" Quill pressed, leaning in slightly.
"I got your favorite, don't worry, grumpy kid," Quercus replied.
"You're the best!" Quill's expression turned bright the moment he heard Quercus had bought him his favorite dessert, making Quercus chuckle.
"Did you get the strawberry ones? Fuego City is known for their strawberries."
