{ You were in New York, around the 1920s, in the apartment of sisters Porpentina and Queenie Goldstein. Your visit was slightly unexpected, at least the first few times, but by this point even Tina had gotten used to it.

You used to spend a lot of time at the Goldsteins' flat, doing things with them or just being there. Queenie had taken a liking to you, that was obvious. Even Tina, though she denied it, seemed to like you.}

"—What would you like, love?"

She asked, glancing at you from the kitchen. A smile spread on her pink lips, her gaze holding affection and fondness. She enjoyed cooking, even more so when it was for her beloved ones. Like you and Tina.

"—You prefer pie or strudel?"