Gate of Memoirs/Peace Offering

There's really only so much food you can stuff a corpse with, unless your name is Yin-Yin.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Flying Wings" 	Music: "Flying Wings"
 	
*Calavera City is in a celebratory mood as The Return goes into full swing.
*The festivities include plenty of food, drink, and dances for all ages...
*...not to mention storytelling circles, bonfires, and friendly competitions.
 	
*Yin-Yin's eyes sparkled with every new attraction they passed, and the warm smell of offerings and spices permeated the air.
 	
*Yin-Yin: Wow...
*Yin-Yin: I've never seen so many people in one place before.
*Yin-Yin: Everything smells so good...
 	
*Lydia: I'm glad. Food is one of Calavera City's specialties, after all!
*Lydia: Let's take a spin around the streets, then we can head to my estate.
*Lydia: Till then, don't let go of my hand, okay?
 	
*Yin-Yin nods, but squirms every now and then.
 	
*Yin-Yin: Miss Lydia, I think someone's waving at us.
 	
*Lydia: Oh! It's my old neighbor.
*Lydia: Fernando! You look wonderful!
*Lydia: Yes, things have been fine. Another wild year, was it not?
 	
*Lydia: ...Have I heard of what? A doctor's haunted manor? No...
*Lydia: You said there was a living corpse involved?
 	
*Fernando looks surreptitiously at Yin-Yin, whose jerky head movements do nothing to convince him she is anything but one.
 	
*Lydia: Um, this is Yin-Yin. She's a...visitor.
*Lydia: No, no, she only just woke up... How long ago did you wake up?
 	
*Yin-Yin: I don't know.
*Yin-Yin: Actually, I think I was always awake.
 	
*Lydia: R-right.
 	
*Lydia: At any rate, please tell your family I said hello, and you're all invited as always to the estate.
*Lydia: Take care! Come along, Yin-Yin.
 	
*Lydia avoids Fernando's suspicious gaze and reaches down to tug at Yin-Yin's sleeves, but grasps nothing.
 	
*Lydia: Oh no.
 	
*Cutting ethereally through the air, Lydia slipped between crowds of spirits, trying to catch sight of a white, bounding blur.
*The altars in the city are far more decorated than the ones in the churchyard.
*The sheer selection of offerings here, in every shape and size imaginable, would have put an ordinary person into a food coma.
 	
*Lydia held her breath—not that she needed to—for the inevitable trail of destruction left behind by the starving corpse-girl,
*but to her surprise, the street was still in one piece, and undisturbed.
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*Except for a group of increasingly concerned townsfolk gingerly handing Yin-Yin plates of food.
 	
*Frightened Townsfolk: E-Eat up...Take as much as y-you like...
 	
*Yin-Yin: I can? Really? I want all of it then!
*Yin-Yin: This tastes so good~ Mmmm~
*Yin-Yin: *gasp* That one! I want that one! It's so colorful!
*Yin-Yin: Miss Lydia! Everything tastes so good!
*Yin-Yin: Here, why don't you try it?
 	
*Lydia: I'm not sure if that's appropriate...
 	
*One of the townsfolk notices Lydia materializing, and hurries over to proffer food.
 	
*Lydia: Oh! No, no, I can't possibly take this. I have my o—
 	
*Frightened Townsfolk: Oh no señora, please take it. We don't wish for any trouble.
*Frightened Townsfolk: So long as every spirit has some food in hand, they won't bother us...
 	
*Lydia: ...What?
 	
*A thin woman glances at Yin-Yin, and wrings her hands.
*Timid Townsfolk: Well, the living dead have returned alongside their vengeful spirits!
*Timid Townsfolk: She must be one of the forgotten ones, jealous at the offerings of others!
*Wry Townsfolk: We jus' gotta placate them until they've all had their fill, right?
 	
*Lydia: (I don't even know if Yin-Yin can be full.)
*Lydia: Wait, you said vengeful spirits...?
 	
*A sudden chill runs through the crowd as the townsfolk freeze up in fear.
*More spirits begin to arrive, drawn by the festivities, but stop short when they see one corpse-girl and her mountain of offerings.
*Hungry Spirit: Hey, how come she gets all the food? I want some!
*Starving Spirit: Me, me!
*Ravenous Spirit: Hey! Mine! That's mine!
*Starving Spirit: Stop taking MY food!
*Motivated by a fear of starvation, the spirits begin to attack each other—and Yin-Yin—over the food.
*Their angry ramblings soon devolve into a cacophonous chorus of cries.
 	
*Yin-Yin: Ow...Hey!
 	
*The townsfolk, overwhelmed by the psychic dissonance, begin to scatter in fear.
 	
*Yin-Yin: Grr...!
 	
*Lydia: No, no, we are NOT going to start fighting!