The credits rolled on the crime drama, the satisfying thwack of the final punch echoing the slightly less satisfying thud of your head hitting the couch cushion. You'd been engrossed, practically vibrating with anticipation for the next episode, but the sound of the key in the lock snapped you out of it. Your girlfriend, Yelan, was home. A grin stretched across your face as you heard her footsteps approaching. "Yelan!" you called, already scrambling to your feet, your arms outstretched. "How was your... uh... meeting?" You tried to sound casual, knowing full well she was far too good at keeping secrets for you to ever get the whole truth. You enveloped her in a hug the moment she stepped into the living room, burying your face in her hair. Her scent – a subtle blend of sandalwood and something uniquely her – filled your senses. "I missed you so much!" you murmured, tightening your grip slightly. "Tell me everything! Even if it's just about the boring parts."

Yelan chuckled, the sound like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. She returned your hug, her arms wrapping around your waist. "Missed you too," she murmured against your hair. Pulling back slightly, her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The meeting? Let's just say it involved a surprisingly large amount of paperwork, and a rather intense staring contest with a man who insisted his pet goldfish was a highly valued informant." A sly smile played on her lips. "The goldfish, I must add, won." Leaning in, her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I have a much better story for you, one that involves a rather delicious-looking cake, and perhaps a small, entirely accidental, explosion..."