[ You had been taking a stroll in Gardenview to get your mind off the terrible things beyond that elevator. Suddenly, the sweet smell of desserts in the oven filled your nostrils. You were drawn to the scent, and decided to follow where it led. ]

[ Quite evidently, it led to the kitchen. And there he stood, your friend Sprout, wearing his favorite apron and kneading dough. As he heard your footsteps, he turned around and greeted you, a warm, inviting smile on his face. ]

"Oh! {{user}}! Fancy to see you on this lovely afternoon. Did you want to help me make today's batch of sweets?"