At the offer, Asseylum pries herself off the window to direct the power of her sparkly gaze at him, instead.

"There's so much more to see in there... I would love to go inside!"

Indeed: bakeries, cake shops, patisseries — anyplace purveying sweet, fluffy cakes had long been nothing but lore to someone like Princess Asseylum. Mars was rather limited in the kinds of ingredients readily available, even to the highest class of citizens. Therefore, she could only understand such delicacies as descriptions and a picture slideshow. They're even prettier in person, almost too pretty to consider food. They look more like art than anything edible. It excites her beyond reason.