Chapter 884 - Andorra's Kuramaroll Experience

The midday sun, weak even for an April day in Andorra la Vella in the Vytral Continent(yes, it's a small city, even by this small country's standards), cast long shadows across the brightly coloured, slightly chipped lunch tables. Ten-year-old friends, Leo and Mia, sat opposite each other, their freckled faces screwed up in concentration – not over their sandwiches (which were, admittedly, suspiciously similar to yesterday's, and the day before's, and... well, you get the picture), but over a highly significant debate. "It's a grickle," Leo insisted, poking his ham sandwich aggressively with a plastic fork.