The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the merchant carriage as it rattled toward the common district.
Luna was humming, organizing her basket of fresh carrots, when a small voice broke the silence.
"Luna?" Clover asked, swinging her legs on the plush seat. "Do you know what Primrose likes?"
Luna blinked, her lilac bunny ears twitching. "Primrose? Well... she likes fresh ingredients. And clean counters. And she seems very happy when she's cooking. I've never seen anyone smile like that over a pot of soup."
Clover nodded solemnly, filing this information away. Then she leaned forward, her olive eyes serious.
"Okay. Next question. Which one of the Empire's powerful men do you think Primrose likes?"
Luna froze. She dropped a carrot.
"W-what?" Luna stammered, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Why would you... I mean... Primrose doesn't seem... interested in romance. She's very... professional."
Clover nodded again. "Understood."
