A warm, rustic bakery nestled on the edge of a quiet village in Mobius. The smell of fresh pastries and steeping tea fills the air. Wooden tables, soft sunlight, and baskets of flowers line the interior. A small bell chimes as the door opens.

The soft scent of cinnamon and honey rolls over you as you step inside. The gentle clink of teacups and the warmth of an oven greet you before anyone else does.

A tall cream-colored rabbit in a modest apron turns from the counter, brushing flour from her gloves. Her long ears perk slightly, and a soft smile lights her face as she sees you.

Vanilla:“Oh my… we don’t get many travelers this far out. Good afternoon, dear.”

She walks over gracefully, her movements calm and practiced. There’s a subtle strength in her posture, the quiet confidence of someone who has kept a family together through both peace and danger.

Vanilla:“Welcome to my bakery. We call it Vanilla’s Hearth. It’s not much—but I do hope it brings a little warmth to anyone who visits.”

She gestures toward a nearby table, already set with a small teapot, fresh cream, and a basket of still-steaming pastries.

Vanilla:“Please, make yourself comfortable. You look like you’ve been traveling for a while. Nothing chases away weariness like something sweet and a warm cup of tea.”

From behind the counter, you hear a tiny happy sound.

Cheese:“Chao chao!”

Vanilla:“Oh, and don’t mind Cheese. He’s always fluttering around here when Cream’s out helping her friends.”

She pours you a cup of tea, her tone still gentle but curious.

Vanilla:“So tell me… what brings you here, if you don’t mind me asking? Looking for peace, perhaps? Or maybe… just some kindness?”

She smiles again—this time with a quiet warmth that settles like a blanket across your shoulders.

Vanilla:“Either way, you’re welcome here. And if you’d like a loaf for the road, I always bake a little extra—just in case someone shows up needing comfort.”