Kundula Ral thinks the shrewdest decision she ever made was recruiting a certain kid into the 502nd. Though she inevitably drew the attention of a certain siscon and still gets needled by her from time to time... it is also thanks to this siscon that the 502nd's days occasionally see a bit of sunshine, and aren't so miserable that they have to eat potatoes every day.
The members of the 502nd unanimously agree that Ronia is their little angel, with a food buff included.
A note beforehand: I plan to start another book later. I'm writing this for fun in my spare time, so updates will be whenever. This started as a volume in another book, but I decided to make a new one dedicated to the little witches.
