“… Eh? Elizabeth, halt!”

The Altaria stopped, the young girl still on her back: even though they wren’t flying.

“… What sort of commoner food is this?” Alex demanded, looking the donut up and down. She’d had many delicious pastries throughout the years, but never something quite… like this. “I have never seen such a thing in my entire life. Is this some form of éclair? Understand, I am used to a high-class diet of the finest foods: I’m concerned eating just anything will give me a terrible tummyache.”