<!DOCTYPE html><html><head><title>Puni Lunch</title><linkrel="stylesheet"type="text/css"href="../../stylesheets/bootstrap.css"><linkrel="stylesheet"type="text/css"href="../../stylesheets/common.css"><metaname="viewport"content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"></head><bodystyle="background-color: beige"><divclass="container-fluid"><divclass="row"><divclass="col-md-8 col-md-offset-2 well"><imgsrc="../../images/cafrico.jpg"class="img-responsive center-block"><pclass="text-center"id="text"> Carrying Ricola on your back, you hid behind a table and waited. The school bell rings, signifying the end of the lunch break. The sound of the footsteps slowly disappeared. After a little while, the little Puni regained consciousness.</p><pclass="text-left"id="text"> Ricola: "....good...morning..." <br/> Ricola: "...nice...to....meet.....you....I'm.....Ricola....Weiss... "</p><pclass="text-center"id="text"> After taking several deep breaths, Ricola regained her composure. It seems like this girl is really timid and easily frightened. <br/><ulid="choice"><li><ahref="end4.html"id="choice"> Give her something to drink.</a></li><li><ahref="end4.html"id="bad"> Dance the hoopa.</a></li></ul></div></div></div></body></html>