Drake gave a good bite at the peanut brittle, who broke under his teeth with a satisfying 'crunch'. The sharply sweet taste made his mind surf through remembrances... some of which were rather curious to begin with, since Drake had lived an... interesting life. He started munching and the noised of the crushed peanuts filled his mind... it was always this way with brittles, they were to be eaten noisily and blissfully.<br/><br/>Waving his cane here and there, he went on... filling his eyes with the many colours around him, and his nostrils with the many smells that the Carnival mixed together in one whole sense-staggering jumble. Drake recognized the smell of candyfloss... the rubbery smell that was strangely so common near amusement park's stands and also...<br/><br/>Wait a second.<br/><br/>Drake freezed for an instant. The whiff of perfume that he suddenly felt was not... unknown. He felt some memories start to lit up in the back of his brain and also... the skin on the back of his neck shiver a little. That smell was poking at some part of his brain, awakening images from the past... and not only images since Drake felt suddenly his breath start to go just a tad faster. He scanned his surroundings with his sharp gaze and then smiled...<br/><br/>Bingo.<br/><br/>Drake could recognize her amongst millions. And - on his behalf - we must say that this was true<em>whatever</em>part of her he would see... the fact that in that particular case he recognized her bottom, was<em>entirely</em>a matter of chance.<br/><br/>Madame Saru was walking with her head down... her stride was so fast that Drake almost lost her... he had to thank his reflexes and long, strong legs for being able to follow her to wherever she was going...<br/><br/><em>[Exit to the Parlour]</em>