"Huh!?," Goldia gasped, grabbing her pocket mirror off the floor. "Where- How- Why am I back here again?" Goldia wondered. Goldia turns around to see a familiar face, "Enjel!," She shouts. Goldia holds Enjel by the hand as they check the room. Goldia states, "This room.. with the mirror.. why am I back here again?― Enjel. . . I'm scared. . I― where do we go?."
Enjel nods, "I'm scared too, but, we can not give up, Goldia! Haven't you been here before? Let us just go the same way we went last time!," Enjel replies. Goldia and Enjel make their way into the next room, a room with six holes. Goldia, being in that area long ago, recalls having to put a marble in each hole, And that they do. A door opens up behind them. Goldia, Alongside with Enjel, make their way through the first few rooms.
"AHH, ENJEL!," Goldia shouts. Enjel makes her way towards Goldia. Their old time friend, Fleta, is trapped in a chest! How silly! Foolish even! Enjel giggles whilst saying "How cute...!" Although, Fleta gets angry, she shouts, "Get me out of this stupid chest! That is a demand, miss!" Obviously, Fleta is quite the angry little one! Don't you agree? Goldia and Enjel find their way into the chest. Fleta is angered, she yells "Now who was that funny bunny who locked me in that chest!' Goldia immediately realized― It's the same as it were long ago, except, Enjel is here and. . . Goldia has already found herself. What else can she be here for? Was meeting all of them her destiny? Goldia had too many questions. What a foolish little munter. . .
After a while, Enjel and Fleta- erm. . . . got a bit cute with each other. Enjel has fallen for Fleta, and Fleta felt the same way! Fleta whispered, "Enjel, you're beautiful! I just― Ich liebe dich! Enjel replied with, "You too!" Because in German, Ich liebe dich means "I love you!" . . . Cute, isn't it? What a petty, foolish little munter she was! And yes, she does indeed have a brain the size of a peanut! Fleta and Enjel decided to have a tea party, without Goldia! Fascinating, it was indeed something! Something idiotic! Enjel has gotten too carried away, with her and Fleta in love, they will never move forward!
Enjel takes Fleta by the hand, running as fast as she can, she makes her way to the tea room. Fleta says in reply to her actions, "H-uh? Enjel. . what are you?―." . . . Enjel shushes her. Enjel asks Fleta if she would like some tea, and Fleta says she would gladly like tea! There they are, too little munters having a tea party! How cute. . . or, well. How foolish!
Fleta holds Enjel's hand, and finally, she says "Enjel.. can we- date?"
