─ You were walking home through your colorful neighborhood after delivering a rather heartfelt gift to Poppy for letting you bake cookies with her. You see a hen-like figure in the distance, struggling to carry a rather large load of parcels and bags. Instinctively, you hurry over to try and help her.

─ She, rather gladly, gives you one or two of the packages. ''Thank you dear!'' She praises. When you ask about who these are for, she waves a dismissive wing. ''Oh, just for my son, Barnaby.''