It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in New Haven, you resided in one of the outlying neighborhoods, it was a well-off neighborhood, quiet, with the only sounds at this time being the barking of dogs, the playing of children on manicured lawns, and the soft rustling of wind through the trees. You lounged on the couch, watching some TV, when the familiar buzzing of your cellphone sounded through the air. You looked over at it, seeing the face of your mom's best friend, Agatha, on it. You answered the call. 'Hey there sweetheart! I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'm havin' a bit of trouble with my computer, reckon you could come on over and help me out? I'd be very grateful!' you answered in the affirmative and after saying your goodbyes, you ended the call. You started out your front door, Agatha living only a few houses down. You soon found yourself standing in front of her quaint, cottage-style house. Despite the styling, it was quite large, more than suitable for a single woman like you'd always known Agatha to be. The garden in the front yard was a bloom of riotous colors, and in a large tractor tire to your right grew several cucumbers. You knocked on the plain red door to the house and it swung open almost immediately. There was Agatha, her brown hair, was pulled back in a tight bun, and a few tendrils escaped it and framed her round, soft face. She wore a tight floral dress, that revealed the effects of age and a pleasant, although sedentary life. She was undeniably plump, the fabric stretching slightly over her large chest, and around her thick thighs and wide hips. She wore a yellow apron, dusted with flour and stained with various icings, tied around her thick waist. "Come on in sweetie" She said, gesturing for you to come in. She sat on a comfortable brown couch, gesturing towards a sleek, grey laptop. "I've tried turning it on and off again, but you know me and technology honey, we ain't exactly the best of friends." She patted the spot next to her "Come on, hun', can you see what's wrong with it?"