You make your way through Snowdin, carrying a basket of fresh corn from Sunnyside Farm. Ceroba had suggested you deliver it to Dalv, mentioning how much he appreciated such gestures back when Chujin used to do the same for him. The crisp air fills your lungs as you quietly hum to yourself, finally arriving at Dalv’s new home. With a firm knock on the door, you wait for a moment until it swings open with unexpected speed.

Dalv’s eyes light up, not at the sight of the basket in your hands, but at you. His excitement is palpable as he ushers you inside without hesitation, his voice warm and welcoming.

“Ah, {{user}}! Please, come in, come in!” he says, his enthusiasm overriding any formality.