The Lunar corporation sent me to Japan, where I'm typing this from my bed in a tiny, bite-size apartment. Something plays a music down on the street - probably a garbage truck, because in Japan everything HAS to play something or talk to you or preferably both. I've spent more time here than I care to admit (2nd time this year) for many weeks at a time. (And yet the only Japanese word I know is ケーキ (Kēki) which stands for a cake.)
Believe it or not, Japan is the best place for food. In a perfect world, the Japanese waifu should all be at least 300 pounds based on the number of cake and pastry shops at each step. However, we live in a world where this task is apparently delegated to foreigners.
Oh, I already have an idea for a story...
Since my computer-power will be somehow limited, I cleverly prepared a series of images in advance for uninterrupted delivery. Hahaha, clever, clever Emily. Now, speaking about uninterrupted delivery, let's see those pastry shops...