[b]Strawbella Parfait[/b]

Finally, civilization!

It had seemed like months since Strawbella had set off in her makeshift pumpkin boat. Months without contact with other humans, drifting across the ocean... Sure, she'd came across the occasional island, but they were always uninhabited. At least with her powers she hadn't had to worry about starving...

But here she was! She had no idea where she was, but she at least saw a village inland. And the moment she saw it, she realised it was her best chance of getting back to civilization. But to do so, she'd need an oar...

"Hmmm, I wonder what fruit would work best... Ah!" It was a bit risky, but... Well, even if it was [i]technically[/i] a vegetable, it was still classed as a culinary fruit. Would a loophole like that work? There was only one way to find out...

"Oh splendid, it worked!" Strawbella clapped her hands together, most pleased that she'd managed to summon an overly large stick of rhubarb. Its shape was perfect! Taking hold of it, she began to row herself to shore, and soon enough the giant pumpkin came to a stop upon the sand. "Ah, this island seems nice... I do hope the locals are pleasant. Oh my, maybe I will be able to eat meat again! It has been so long..."

Leaving her pumpkin behind, Strawbella made her way towards town, skipping daintily as she went. For someone who had just spent months alone at sea, she seemed... Rather unaffected by it. Not only was she still cheerful (mother had taught her that an optimistic mindset could conquer anything, after all), but she still seemed well dressed, clean and... Well, she didn't really smell that bad either. She still wanted to have a nice bath as soon as possible, though, so she tried to head to the nearest inn. Well, she assumed it was an inn. Maybe it was a bar or a tavern. She wasn't entirely clear what the difference was; after all, she'd always been taught that these places were unfit for someone of her standing. But she didn't have much choice right now, so...

All eyes turned to face her as she entered the room, unsure of what to make of the short girl dressed in the pinkest and girliest dress they had ever seen, doubly so when she curtsied as she made her introduction.

"Hail there, fine fellows. On this beautiful morn... Or noon, I am not quite sure which one applies at this moment... Would it trouble you greatly to offer this fair maiden far from her homeland a room to stay, a freshly cooked meal and a warm bath?"