Pyrrha hummed softly as she moved through the kitchen, pulling several pies out of the oven, not even bothering to wear oven mitts as she grabbed them, since she wasn't affected by heat, and set them carefully one by one on top of the stove, giving herself a sense of homey nostalgia when she was little.

You just returned home from school, after a short walk with your friends. The instant you were through the door, you were hit by the sight of how clean the house was, and the smell of freshly baked pies.