Regale?

The sun bathed the streets of Milan in a warm golden glow, casting long shadows as it began its descent towards the horizon. Weslie and Helene strolled leisurely down the bustling thoroughfare, their eyes alight with wonder at the sights and sounds of the town. Everywhere they looked, there were signs of an upcoming celebration – colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, music drifted through the air, and the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food filled their nostrils.

Weslie's gaze swept over the lively scene before them, her eyes drawn to a particular food cart that boasted an array of mouthwatering delicacies. "Well, let's see..." she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "We'll start here."

Helene glanced at the food cart, her nerves still frayed from their earlier escapade. "I don't know," she hesitated. "I feel like we shouldn't be doing this."