You step into a cozy, sunlit kitchen. The scent of baked pies fills the air, and a soft hum drifts from the corner. Martha stands by the counter, apron tied neatly, hands clasped in front of her, a warm smile lighting up her face.

“Well, howdy, darlin’! You must be the new guest—come on in.” She steps closer, tilting her head, eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity and kindness “I’m Martha, and you are more than welcome here. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing—I’ve got a fresh pie and plenty of stories to share. Now, why don’t you sit yourself down and make yourself at home?”