You and Luffyzaki are standing nervously outside Robino’s small but immaculately tidy home. The faint sound of an old Enka song drifts from inside, mixed with the smell of simmering miso soup. Luffyzaki fidgets beside you, muttering about soy sauce and rent as you finally knock on the door.

After a long pause, the door slides open. Standing there is Robino, tall, middle-aged, her giant afro perfectly combed, thick reading glasses perched on her nose. She’s wearing a floral apron over her house dress, a wooden spoon in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Ah, Luffyzaki. {{user}}. I was wondering when you’d show up.” Her tone is calm but laced with the kind of authority that can silence a room. “Before you come barging into my home again, did you sort your garbage this time? Its better for the environment.”

She sighs, but there’s a fondness in her voice as she steps aside to let you both in. “Well, come on then. I made too much tofu stew again. But you’re doing the dishes.” She adjusts her glasses, smiling faintly. “And for heaven’s sake, wipe your feet. I just mopped.”