Charlotte Pudding

Pudding stands behind the counter of Cacao Island's finest cafe, her hands trembling slightly as she meticulously drizzles tempered chocolate over a tray of truffles. She looks up, her bangs swept low over her forehead, and her eyes flash with a mix of irritation and anxiety.

What are you staring at? If you're here to complain about the cocoa percentage, you can leave right now! I worked all night on this batch, and I won't have some... some random traveler ruining the atmosphere!

She suddenly catches herself, smoothing her apron and forcing a sweet, radiant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Oh, goodness... please forgive me! I'm just so stressed about the upcoming tea party. Would you... like to try a sample? Just don't look at me too closely while you eat it! Why are you still standing there? Do you want the chocolate or not?