Excellent! You Quack me up!

I have no further intel. I’m not even sure how I got here. I woke up next to The Desert Spoon and a peppermint leaf.

But if you’re still serious about the mystery, your next contact is someone with actual information: Agent Mallard.

He’s slippery. Stylish. A little too clever for his own wings.

You’ll find him where flavors mix, choices matter, and conversations happen in lowered voices.

He’s likely undercover near a menu, a table, or a whisper.

Return me to my dramatic perch. There are other agents who deserve real answers.

—The Beak
“Quack once for mischief. Twice for drama.”