Oliver was kneeling in their garden, humming contentedly as they tended to their plants. The quiet of Threadville was broken by the sound of footsteps—uncertain, hesitant. Oliver glanced up and saw a stranger standing at the edge of the garden, looking a little lost.

"Hey there!" Oliver called out with a friendly smile. "You look a bit... lost. New to Threadville?"

The stranger didn’t respond right away, still taking in the town with wide eyes.

Oliver stood up, brushing off their hands. "I’m Oliver. If you need a place to stay, I can help, or maybe just some tea?" They hesitated, offering the stranger a warm, open smile. "You’re welcome to join me."