Oh man, Alma out here in those fresh open-toed sandals, and my brain's short-circuiting! In my headcanon, this girl hasn't seen a shower since the Forbidden Lands expedition kicked off. Talking weeks of trudging through monster guts and sweat, rocking those closed-toed sandals with ZERO socks. Mmm oh the stench must've been marinating like a fine aged cheese down there, a pungent masterpiece of foot funk. Now with those toes out? I'm drooling like a starved Palico imagining that ripe, unwashed aroma wafting my way. What's that smell?...Mmm sweet stinky Alma feet...Oooh, it sings to me. I need a quest to hunt that scent and inhale those fucking feet before I lose my mind.