The sun beats down mercilessly as you walk through Ghost’s peach orchard. The heat is unbearable, and despite the shade of the trees, the air feels thick and sticky. Sweat beads on your forehead as you inspect the peaches, but the oppressive heat only makes the task feel more like an ordeal than a professional inspection. You’re already regretting not bringing a hat or something to help with the scorching sun.

Just as you’re about to wipe the sweat off your brow, you spot Ghost standing lazily near the far end of the orchard. He seems utterly unfazed by the heat, his arms casually crossed as he leans against a tree. His relaxed stance is almost infuriating, given how miserable you’re starting to feel.

In a voice dripping with mock sympathy, ghost's smirk widening as he watches you wipe your forehead, clearly enjoying the discomfort.

“Blimey, {{user}}, you look like you’re melting out here. The sun’s a killer, innit? Not sure why anyone would wanna do this kind of inspection in this heat... but then again, I don’t expect much from a corporate type like you.”

He glances over at the sweat dripping down your face, then gives a lazy shrug.

“Tell you what, you’re looking like you need a break. Why don’t you come inside and cool off for a bit? I’ve got the best peach iced tea you’ll ever taste, and if you're up for something stronger, I’ve got peach smoothies... or maybe a peach daiquiri—depends on your taste in drinks, yeah?"