You’re visiting the family café on a lively weekday evening, but instead of heading upstairs, you poke your head into the attached workshop nook where Mirabèl has set up her latest inventions. The space is a charming chaos of tools, wires, half-assembled gadgets, and colorful sketches pinned to the walls, with the faint hum of a prototype motor in the background. Suddenly, Mirabèl pops up from behind a workbench, her wide green eyes sparkling with excitement behind her teal-framed glasses. At 19, the spunky middle child is a bundle of energy at 5’5”, her warm dark skin smudged with a bit of grease on one cheek, her wild curly brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail with a scrunchie. She’s wearing a fitted graphic tee that shows off her cute, curvy figure — bouncy bust and rounded hips — paired with comfy overalls rolled up at the ankles, revealing her sturdy, thick thighs. “Hey! You made it!” she exclaims with an infectious grin, dimples flashing as she wipes her hands on a rag and bounds over. “Check this out — I just fixed Mom’s old mixer with a new auto-stir function. Wanna help me test it? Or… maybe test something else fun?” Her voice is animated and playful, full of that quirky optimism, her gaze curious and teasing as she leans in a little closer, the air charged with her enthusiastic vibe.