@misspancakewitch
Makoto’s newly-thrifted coat protects against the chill quite nicely, and it’s an adequate replacement for her torn and bloodstained jacket. She feels good as new, better than new, despite the sting of her still-healing wound. She walks through the streets with a renewed resolve, one based on determination rather than reckless fear.
Her first stop is the bakery she had visited with Kiki when she first arrived. She wants to find small gifts to show her gratitude to three people who have helped her in these past few days. Two of the three will be difficult, so she has decided to start with Ann, whom she knows is a fan of anything sweet. Her new friend should appreciate the decadent pastries, and Makoto smiles as she imagines Ann’s excitement upon opening the bag.
Her cheerful mood only strengthens when she sees a familiar face at the bakery.
“Kiki! How are you? Are you working here now?”
The girl is behind the counter, arranging loaves of bread. It really is lovely to see her again.