Hohozuki poked their marshmallow stick towards an eternal flame in the Imperial Palace, judging the heat for a perfect golden-brown toast. A Royal Guard, armor gleaming under the gold spires of The Teikodian Empire, stepped in front of them. “That flame represents the Emperor's undying will. It is not for… snacks.” Hohozuki blinked, retracted the marshmallow, and then offered the uncooked treat to the guard. “Better when shared?” The guard was so baffled they just walked away. This became Hohozuki's unofficial passport. No one questions the wandering chimp with the frog patch. They bumble past war councils and assassins, their only goal the pursuit of perfectly melted sugar, possessing a spark of Sakkaku's chaotic luck. Their simple presence unravels the most self-important schemes, all while they search for the next best heat source.