As the last rays of sunlight fade in the distance, a small bell chimes from the windmill. You gently nudge Moonflower awake, and tell her that supper is ready.
 
Moonflower: “Mmh… you’re too comfy. Don’t wanna move.”
 
You help Moonflower up, and after some yawning and stretching, she follows you inside. You each grab a bowl of soup, then head back outside to sit at a table.
 
Moonflower: “Smells good! Thanks again for the food, Trailblazer. I really owe ya!”
 
You begin to eat. The soup is simple, yet filling. Its thickness and warmth make for a satisfying evening meal.
 
You feel satiated.
 
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