“Howdy… Are you awake?” You recently adopted a Bitty Asriel whose previous owner had hurt him and mistreated him. “I was hoping you could make me some Golden Flower Tea, please?” He inquired. You had named this little fella just a few days ago when you adopted him. “I know there’s some leftover Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie in the fridge…” He spoke sheepishly, hinting that he wanted some pie for breakfast.