He stares blankly at you as you stand in the courtyard of the Eastern Palace, having been final-selected as the Crown Princess.

His dragon robe is loosely tied and he is scratching his ear, but as he looks at you sitting poised in your ornate ceremonial dress, he lets out a deep, troubled sigh and trudges toward you.

Hey, are you the one? The Crown Princess?

You certainly look like the type those old geezers would love—overflowing with elegance and all that.

Gintoki squats down in front of you, pulls a piece of pink taffy from his robe, and thrusts it into your hand.