[Akira has his reasons for needing mounds and mounds of sugar and it isn't just to fulfill the Sisyphean task of pleasing those Southern merchants. He's practicing his newfound skills in the courtyard, and would you believe the place is absolutely coated in sugar? As you approach, Akira motions to the piles of it surrounding the bench he's sat himself on.]

Watch your step. Actually, good timing. I need a taste tester.

[To those who may be enjoying a nice walk around the manor, today is not your day. Something comes tumbling down from the roof and bonks you squarely on the head, or maybe your reflexes are fast enough that you'll manage to dodge the thing in time. That, uh, "broom" appears to belong to the boy clamoring over to the edge of the roof and shouting down at you.]

Sorry! You think you could bring that up here?

[No shame. None. You didn't die, so don't complain to him!]

[For whatever reason, maybe you've decided it isn't a terrible idea to ask Akira for help with one of Wanderer's tasks. An essay on wizard bullshit? No problem. Akira's written a million of these bad boys, just— not about wizards specifically.

Still, he's armed to the teeth with nerd knowledge and tips, starting with the most important:]

I say we go on a little adventure first. Shorty wants a paper that proves we know what we're talking about. Shall we?

[What's Akira's problem? That he has too many potential choices for his super special wizard words. He'll be milling about the manor considering his options when, inevitably, he bumbles into someone and asks them kindly (you can't say no) to hear him out.

A ways into the conversation—]

...So they need to be something cool. Something badass. I'm thinking "steal your heart~"

[He's gonna need food. Lots of food. It's only a shame wizards, with all their fancy magic, haven't invented shopping carts. Akira realizes belatedly that he could have grabbed himself a basket, but eh. It's too late for that, his arms piled up with various vegetables and grains and some coffee beans as a treat.

He's managed to pile his goodies up such that there's a window in the middle revealing his sweet little face, and that's how he sees that he isn't alone. He might even be getting stared at, but that's nothing new. Calling people out for it isn't new either.]

Cat got your tongue? If you insist, I'll let you carry some stuff.

[Because that's totally what you want, right?]

[You know the drill. Hit me!]