[Arriving after Diva, Conan settles himself with a bowl of soup. The break is necessary -- hauling packs of supplies through the cold is hard enough in a kid-sized body, but battling the ice-fairies too ... that last encounter was just difficult enough that he knows he needs to rest before he gets himself into something he can't think himself out of.

The soup has his immediate attention, but it doesn't take Conan long to realise that there's other travellers in the tea-room -- or to recognise them. Ha -- And Credo-san thinks it possible to avoid her? Oi ...]