Momoko had managed to get out of carrying one of those awful, tacky umbrellas by flourishing her parasol and pointing out how much better it went with her outfit. That bullet dodged, she wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, sticking to the tents to avoid getting her parasol too wet and idly wondering how long she would need to make this mandatory appearance last before she could slip out and return...well, not home, but to her rooms.