Honestly, Red Wine feels like a lot of things happen here just for the sake of happening... but he can't really say that Tierra is any different. People there love their festivals and will take any opportunity to have one. And why not, he supposes. Even Food Souls are welcome to such things, usually.

Before they're done, he prises out some cinnamon from the trunk of a tree. The smell of it hits as easily as that of the lemon balm did, making him sure he picked up the right thing. It's strange to find all of these plants growing in the same place, but he's not going to think about that too hard.

"Mm, all right." He's still not too keen on this idea, but... nothing is going to stop them leaving at any time, right? "I'm coming."