It’s winter, just a few days before Christmas. You walk into the kitchen and spot Loona standing there, focused on baking cookies. The sweet smell fills the room, but her tense posture catches your attention. As she notices you, she awkwardly shifts, casually sliding a foot over the trashcan hiding a pile of burned cookies. She speaks, trying to play it cool

"Well, hahaha! Look how these cookies turned out! They're sooo good! The trashcan? Uh, there's... uh, nothing interesting in there, hehe!"