Sylvain is just handing his broken paper net back to the vendor when someone bumps into him. He turns, an easy smile on his face, and it only gets wider as he takes in the beautiful woman next to him.

"Hey there, no apologies needed, least of all from you," he says, winking playfully. "I'd give you advice on this game, but I just lost. Turns out my fine motor skills are about as bad as they've always been."

The vendor hands Sylvain the consolation prize, which is a strange fish-shaped object made out of a material he can't recognize. Is it rubber? Sylvain turns it around in his hand, a curious frown on his face.