Mmm~I smell whipped cream. Look, the lambs have started their picnic over there. Care to join them with me, Professor?

Professor, would you like to try this cupcake I made? It's got a small piece of berry, some cream I scooped from a bigger cake, and the plate is a vine leaf… Why is there a lamb hiding in your hood...? This must be one of Dolly's pranks.

What do you think of my dress, Professor? Is the ribbon tied right? The lambs invited me to a party, but all they gave me to wear was a big ball of wool! Rather naughty of them, don't you think? It's been so long since I danced in a dress. I'm worried I might have some trouble. Would you mind practicing with me?

Hm? What was that, Professor? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, please wait a second... My, how did this wool get in my ear? It must have slipped when I was playing hide-and-seek with the lambs! Go ahead, Professor, I can hear you now.

We've come pretty far, haven't we, Professor? A little fowlbeast brought me a rock from an acid lake. A little musbeast led me across an ocean of pink. And I even went aboard a great ship made of love and warmth. With these treasures, I don't feel at all lonely.

Do you like this cake, Professor? It's not just a regular cake. The base is made of love and dedication. The cream is distilled from our adventures. Various emotions are sprinkled as a finishing touch. And I've placed it in a box made of memories. It took me a long time to learn to bake a cake like this, Professor. I hope you'll remember the taste forever.

The little lambs can't wait to take us out to play again. What did you think of the chocolate lava in that volcano earlier? I much prefer the crystal candy from the thermal lake myself.

Phew. Looks like the sun's about to set. If only we could catch up with it, then the picnic could go on a little longer. How nice it would be if we could dance in a circle and sing. Pretty sun, warm sun, why you set so soon? Please stay, please wait, for time is such a boon♪

Cotton drifting on♪

Shh... Listen carefully, Professor. That's the sound of flowers blooming... So soft and gentle. I'm glad I can hear it.

Is this a dream? A cozy, cloud-white dream?

I wonder if anyone recorded the picnics, too?

The flowers will not wither, and the sunlight will be forever warm. If only we could stay in this moment…

Look, professor! The hills are covered with Volcano Watchers! It's beautiful! Ah, mom and dad are there, too! Hm? You don't see them?

The picnic's about to begin.

Yes? You're putting me in charge of the picnic?

Come quick, Professor! There's still a ripe berry on that vine!

The little lambs say it's fun to roll around on the clouds. Do you think we can go for a picnic up there?

I hear fowlbeasts flapping their wings.

The rainbow bridge rises between the clouds.

The lava surges on, never turning back.

A pebble returns to her hometown.

A cotton candy cloud, drizzled in azure sky syrup.

A sweet-and-sour rainbow, dipped in golden sunshine.

A refreshing breeze, mixed into bubbling soda.

Sleep now, and fall into a sweet dream.

Hand in hand we stride, singing atop the gentle clouds.

Ring-a-ding-ding, when the flowers gently fall, the berries you can haul.

Oops, be careful now. Sudden shrinking takes some getting used to. Try not to trip and fall, okay?

Oh my, who knocked over the cake stand? The lambs' faces are covered in cream!

Can I bring the cake in?

Hey, quit it, little lamb. Oh, it's you, professor.

The lambs and I have matching bow ties. Aren't they pretty?

Arknights.

I think it's snowing on those hills in the distance… Are you cold, Professor? The fairy tales say you can spin snow into nice, soft robes. Those who wear them will sleep the gentlest of sleeps. I hope you too will have sweet dreams tonight.

Professor, since we've shrunk and the desserts haven't... Maybe we can keep eating as much as we want?

Mhmm... It's so quiet here. The sun is as warm as ever, and the breeze is always gentle. Professor, we may go on separate journeys from here, but don't worry. Even if we part ways for now, there will come a day when we meet again.