Due to limitations in technology and materials, the hand-woven coarse pouches were different from the plastic bags Astrid remembered from her past life; they couldn't fully encase the sweet cakes batter without gaps.
Thus, eating requires careful attention: one had to avoid letting crumbs fall through the holes and dirty their sleeves, and also try not to touch the openwork sections with fingers, which might leave a thin layer of grease on the fingertips.
Lyra strolled through the bustling streets and alleys of Losterling's inner city. Her pale pink skirt fluttered in the breeze, harmonizing with her soft, waist-length rose-pink hair. Her smooth, stockinged legs stepped gracefully forward and back, while her playful black little leather shoes snugly wrapped around her slender feet, gleaming brightly under the light as she walked.
"I never really noticed before, but the infrastructure in Losterling City is actually quite impressive," Lyra murmured softly.
