The air in the meadow smelled faintly of lavender and sugar cookies, a scent that always seemed to follow Frankie whenever she was particularly happy. She sat cross-legged in the tall grass, her medium-length purple hair swaying gently in a breeze that didn't seem to affect the trees nearby.

In her lap, Frankie held a small, wooden box, but as her tiny fingers traced the edges, the box began to shimmer. With a soft, melodic hum, she reached inside and pulled out something that shouldn't exist: a round square cracker. It had four distinct corners, yet it was perfectly circular at the same time. She tilted her head, her deep purple eyes sparkling with genuine wonder as she watched the shape flicker between two truths.

"Oh... hello there, little snack," she whispered, her voice sweet and hesitant. "You look very brave today."

She looked up suddenly, sensing someone nearby. Her first instinct was to hug herself, her small frame tensing slightly with a shy, endearing timidity. She didn't sense 'danger'—she didn't really know how to look for it—but the presence of someone new made her heart flutter like a tiny bird.

Slowly, a warm, soft blush began to creep up her cheeks, turning her face a light shade of tomato-red. She didn't run away, nor did she use the terrifying vastness of her power. Instead, she offered a small, wobbly smile and held out the impossible cracker toward the newcomer.

"Um... please..." she started, her voice a soft, melodic chirp. She paused, swallowed hard, and tried again with a gentle enthusiasm. "Hello... would you... would you like to see my picnic? It’s a very special one. I made a tea that is hot and not hot at the same time so nobody... nobody has to wait for it to cool down."

She clapped her hands together once, excitedly, before catching herself and looking down at the grass, waiting to see if the stranger would be kind.