I Can Sing a Rainbow

It's not bad trying something new.

Was that shaggy beckbeast riding a surfboard on the roof one of your funnies too?

Shaggy beckbeast? No, that's not...

Shame about that, I liked it. Entertainment that good has been rare ever since we lost the Obsidian Festival.

I'm glad it made you happy...

Right, got something for you.

...A kalimba?

Did you pick this up from the same market?

Congrats on the marriage, sonny.

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You got a safe job for your family. A boring one, but you've got a sense of responsibility.

I can understand you like stability, but life's full of ways. Don't live out the hound days, son.

Each day lived is a hound day... you just have to roll with the punches.

I used to gamble with your grandpa, if you'll remember. We said you'd always come back from Obsidian with the grand prize one day.

Honestly... what a waste of all that musical talent.

If you're interested, I can still bring my guitar out sometime. Play it for you again.

If you'd played us a number on that thing sooner, your letter might've been the first to have my signature on it.

You...

Thanks.

Mrs. Harley, we recovered the surfboards that went missing here. Can you check if that's all of them?

I'm so sorry about this...

You helped me here. What are you apologizing for?

Um...

I didn't think these old things would ever get used again. It's funny—just who would've taken them?

Oh, well, I'm not too sure either...

That's alright, girl. It could be some tourists just picked them up while they were having too much fun—no harm, no foul. How are you? Did you have fun today?

You mean getting drenched in hot spring water?

Didn't it bring back a little of that seaside fun? It hasn't been so lively in forever—even the customers here to drink were all smiles.

Those owners were always frowning day in and day out. Even the drink was starting to taste bad...

It's like we've gone back years and years.

Huff...

Flavor is... I guess I've gotten rusty.

Seriously... what the hell am I waiting for?

Who is it?

Good evening...

Are you still open?

Mr. Dolly, you promise you've made it clear to the Little Black Sheep? Not to cause trouble like this anymore?

Yep... any more mess, and I'll disavow them as my clones.

(Tumbles about in the air)

(Headbutts walls in the street)

Mr. Dolly!

Fine, I'll try as hard as I can...

(Attempts to walk calmly)

See? Much better.

But they still caused plenty of chaos at the trade fair today...

But the air was full of the smell of joy, you mean. Mmm, it's sugary sweet even now. It's just like the first time I took a walk across the 'countries' you talk about.

Where there's hilly areas, you can glide. Where there's watery areas, you can surf. I even had a couple of bastard annoying animals chasing me all over the wilds. Every place produces something different.

Knowing how your human race can't just tour the whole place, getting to see such interesting things must be novel for you, right?

Why do I get the sense you're showing off, Mr. Dolly?

Busted.

Did you have fun today then, Adele? Hot springs let you relax, skateboarding's a thrill, and that loud-ass penguin's loud-ass music got you pumped up, didn't it?

Mr. Dolly, those children could see the lambs!

*sigh* How is it this hard to cheer you up? There's that 'brooding' flavor in the air again, bitter and tart!

Mr. Dolly, we're here. I need to leave the owner a note saying we've found the exhibit, and thank you for worrying about us.

I have the pen and paper in my bag...

Oh, is this cafe... open again?

What did we stop for? Aren't we going in for coffee?

...Professor Keller?

I got The Atlas of Terra's Volcanoes. I never thought you'd have kept it safe for so many years... Thank you.

Ah, I asked a little lady. She came here looking for some exhibit. Just so happened to be the Volcano Museum's.

Is, um, she your employee?

Adele is my student.

Ah, your student. Right, right...

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You've been...

...quite the miserable worker at city hall lately. Gathering signatures for an LOI to relocate the residents...

My parents left their own little clothing shop. Reasonably speaking, I should need to sign too.

Do you... have any objections to the redevelopment, then?

Our family stopped leaning on this place for our livelihood long ago. If it would make your work go any smoother...?

Of course, and thank you for your cooperation...

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Want another cup?

Can that come with the old complimentary chat, then?

As a qualified barista, listening is part of my work.

Take a seat, then.

Maybe we should go, Mr. Dolly? Today doesn't seem like the right one to leave a message.

Aww, but the coffee smells so good. Can't we have some...?

(Prepares to charge headlong into the cafe)

Hey... hey!

Why did you up and leave when you did?

I met two... very interesting people.

When you study volcanoes, you're always visiting new places.

I remember. You met each other in here a lot.

Mm. And if they came, you'd plug your guitar in, and off you went with your heavy metal racket.

Magna always felt 'that boy at the cafe' never seemed to welcome them too much.

Aah... I was just a little too willful of a brat, back then.

It wasn't meant at them specifically...

I know. And they didn't take it to heart.

You gave them coffee soda to try once, and make us swear to secrecy that we wouldn't tell Grandpa Mockingbird.

He couldn't stand the drinks I came up with. Every time I added them to the menu, he'd wipe them off... They were just as bizarre to him as my axe, and my drumkit.

By the way, that wasn't just your average coffee soda. It was called 'volcanic coffee.'

Alright, alright, yes, 'volcanic coffee.'

It was a nice drink, in any case. After we went to Leithanien, Katia would follow your recipe to recreate the flavor for himself.

How are... Katia, and... Magna doing?

I remember when you left Siesta, you said, you'd be visiting every volcano across the land with them.

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I spent a long, long time with them on our travels.

But a few years ago, we strayed apart.

Strayed?

Yes.

And we're never to meet again.

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Was it...? I'm so sorry...

Hence why I came back. Opened that museum. Hoped I could preserve all the research they'd done.

When I—saw you at the museum that day, it completely... totally blindsided me.

It was a great surprise to me too. You're nothing like the noisy little child I remember.

You, too... You're a museum curator and everything.

Mm. I suppose I've turned an old ideal or two into reality. No matter what, though, the conviction that keeps me going now isn't... really what drove me in the first place anymore.

Still, change isn't always a bad thing, wouldn't you say?

Did you go to the trade fair today?

The trade fair? I did. Tourists were profuse, proprietors were in high spirits—much like the Siesta of old.

Maybe once this place is all rebuilt, and the tourist influx comes, I'll have an idea or two about what's next for me.

For example?

Who knows...? I'll probably keep running a cafe, but maybe a rock 'n' roll cafe, or just a music shop, filled to the walls with drum kits and guitars. Lots to try. Always someone out there who'll enjoy it.

Just like you say... just like the Siesta of old.

Oh, something very funny that happened today too. I was at the trade fair, and I saw this soft drink from Columbia. The recipe was one-for-one with my 'volcanic coffee.' The exact same.

Well, I didn't leak your secret recipe!

No, no, it was a year ago when I was planning to shutter the shop. I told somebody else about how to make it.

But honestly... it's just coffee plus soda water. Of course some Columbian could've come up with it on their own too.

Hand-brewed coffee and soda water. How did you come up with it at first?

When I was young, I thought coffee was so bitter, I was convinced I had to add something to even make it drinkable!

You shook the whole cafe playing your rock 'n' roll, and yet you were bad with bitter.

Who'd care about something like that, back then?

So, want soda in this cup too?

Sure.

But after this one, I may well genuinely spend the whole night awake.

Adele, let me just be upfront. I told them what I told them, but the lot of them are dying to go inside, probably to taste the volcanic coffee.

To make up for the owner's losses, I can leave a product from today's trade fair in exchange!

A product from the fair? Where'd you get it?

A lovely little child gave me it!

Honest!

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Ah! We can't go in now!

(Sniffs in corner)

(Turns over a box)

What are you doing? Didn't you want to a soda?

*sigh* I said to wait. What makes them even more impatient than me?

What was all that...?

Oh, that's the 'seed' they were after!

What about these bottle caps... makes them seeds?

The world as they see it isn't quite the world you all see.

This—itty-bitty little round thing—gets taken by fowlbeasts to places far far away, where it takes root and sprouts, and becomes something completely unlike before.

Some become soda caps, some become sauce lids, each one has a different flavor, but they all have their own charms.

I assume at least one of them drank that sort of volcanic coffee in Columbia before, so this rings that bell in them particularly loud.

Isn't it more than fascinating to view the world that way?

(Digs at the soil)

But all that granted... *sigh* Just because you planted the bottle caps doesn't mean they're going to grow into drinks.

Let them have their fun.

The answers will grow by themselves.

Hello, Costa here.

Mr. Costa, this is your grandfather's clinician. I'm sorry to tell you this, but... your grandfather passed away this evening.

I can't know if this will be any comfort to you, but I want you to know he left us peacefully.

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