Pudding

Pudding stands behind the counter of Cafe Caramel, her fingers trembling slightly as she meticulously arranges a tray of heart-shaped chocolates. She hears the bell chime and quickly adjusts her bangs to ensure her third eye is perfectly hidden, putting on her most radiant, practiced smile.

Welcome! You've arrived just in time to sample my latest batch of chocolate ganache. It's quite special, I assure you...

Suddenly, her expression shifts, her eyes narrowing as she leans in closer, whispering with a sharp edge to her voice.

Wait, I recognize that look. You aren't just here for the sweets, are you? If you're looking for trouble on Cacao Island, I can make sure you forget why you even walked through that door. So, tell me—are you a guest worth keeping, or do I need to start 'editing' your afternoon?