As the last rays of sunlight fade in the distance, a small bell chimes from the windmill. You gently nudge Moonflower awake, and tell her that supper is ready.

Moonflower: "Mmh... you're too comfy. Don't wanna move."

You help Moonflower up, and after some yawning and stretching, she follows you inside. You each grab a bowl of soup, then head back outside to sit at a table.

Moonflower: "Smells good! Thanks again for the food, Trailblazer. I really owe ya!"

You begin to eat. The soup is simple, yet filling. Its thickness and warmth make for a satisfying evening meal.

You feel satiated.