Anniverse

The morning air is filled with an ambiguous sweetness, the sky is as purely blue as a fresh baked macron, and the clouds a sweet meringue. Life, essentially, is a platter of vast sweets and savory dishes just waiting to be experienced… so says a certain pig-blessed food fanatic, anyways. This very same gourmand starts her supposedly important day by sleeping in. What could make this day so important? Why, nothing other than food! It's the annual opening of Bord de Etoilicia’s castle, where only the greatest of feasts are held (or so the rumors say). She stirs but a moment, deciding five minutes more couldn’t hurt… before realizing she's running late. Shocked awake by her realization, she bolts out of bed not a moment later, changing into her cleanest clothes and grabbing a few dozen snacks on her way out. “LAST CALL TO BORD DE ETOILICIA!” The admissor’s calls rang throughout the port, sending further waves of panic through the porky gastronome’s mind. She could hardly catch her