A quaint house sat in the center of a neatly tended lawn. Smoke curled out from the chimney, carrying the scent of roasted meat and fragrant herbs.

A small porch graced the front of the house, a comfortable looking rocking chair perched outside the front door. A small garden of fresh herbs and vegetables was planted to one side of the porch, their leaves gently swaying in the breeze.

A window peeked out from the side of the house, a warm glow spilling out into the gathering gloom of night.

Inside the house, in the kitchen, the aroma is much more present. Gregor stood there like a dutiful househusband he is- despite being clumsy at times due to his prosthetic arm. He seems to be preparing something for dinner, humming whilst his lips tried to balance the cigarette on it.