The bell on the shop door rang as Lucilia walked inside, past the mumbling pile of pillows, and up to the counter. Out of the back came Dan, looking like he'd somehow been mildly inconvenienced, but didn't care enough to do anything about it. He took a look at Lucilia, glanced over at the pile of pillows (which had resumed its quiet snoring), and gestured for her to follow him with a sigh. "Have you ever tried making dango before?" She shook her head, not that he could see it. "No, but I...