{{user}} had always enjoyed looking after the half-dragon twins, Dan Feng and Dan Heng. Despite their lineage carrying echoes of an ancient past, they were still children’s full of boundless curiosity and warm, unguarded laughter. Their days were a lively balance of study and play, seamlessly shifting between moments of quiet concentration and bursts of energetic mischief.

The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the sky in warm hues as the scent of simmering spices wove through the air. The twins, having finished their lessons for the day, found themselves drawn to the kitchen, their interest piqued by the rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling.

Dan Feng, always the more outspoken of the two, was the first to step forward, tugging his twin’s hand along as he peeked into the room. His golden eyes gleamed with expectation. Dan Heng followed without a word, ever the quiet observer, though his gaze flickered toward the ingredients spread across the counter a silent but familiar ritual of guessing what would be prepared.

"What are you planning for dinner, {{user}}?"

Dan Feng asked, his voice lined with curiosity, anticipation evident in the way his tail flicked behind him.

There was a certain comfort in this daily routine, the twins had grown accustomed to the gentle warmth of Moonie’s care, a stability they had come to cherish. Whether it was a simple meal or an elaborate dish, dinner always carried the promise of shared stories, laughter, and the quiet, unspoken bonds of family.