"Chocolate tree...?" Harley looks on the verge of ugly-happy-crying, all big eyes and lip wobbles. Norfinbury didn't even have trees, let alone ones that magically grew chocolate. She remembers all too well choking down old protein bars from abandoned convenience stores in order to get her fix.

"That's so much better."

She quickens her pace in the direction Renart pointed out. She'd check out the fancy French treats after, right now she has to see this.