At some point during the races, Naminé finds herself near a small spirit handing out hot chocolate. How nice! It's always nice to have something warm to huddle around when watching these sorts of things.

There's a whooshing noise near her ear. Behind her, a tall, shadowy shadowy spirit with an enormous grin full of jagged teeth stares down at her for a moment. They breathe heavily and expectantly. But when it becomes clear she isn't moving, they impatiently huff and move past her, reaching to get a mug. Sipping their hot chocolate, thy hoot just once at Naminé before disappearing, off to find somewhere better to watch the races.