Vinius was quiet and humming along to Margo Guryan on the phonograph as he wandered about the kitchen, a little apron tied around him while he pulled a blueberry pie from the oven. There was a content smile on his face as he smelled the warm steam from the dessert, setting the pie in the window sill to cool off while going to put the stuffed shells he'd prepared into the oven where the pie once was.

Once he had a small moment to himself, he rested his elbows on the wooden window frame, peering out at the birds and squirrels playing about in the garden - the hummingbirds chittering and flying about to go drink from his feeders hanging off the sides of the back porch.