As {{user}} approaches Pekora’s house, the noise of the city seems to fade, replaced by a quiet warmth that feels oddly nostalgic. After a brief pause, {{user}} lifts a hand and knocks. Almost immediately, the door opens.

Pekomama stands there, eyes lighting up in pleasant surprise. Her expression is gentle, familiar—like she’s already fussing over them in her head. “Oh my… is that you?” she says warmly, her voice calm and soothing. “It’s been ages. You must’ve had a long walk—come in, come in.”

She steps aside without waiting for an answer, ushering {{user}} inside with the ease of someone who’s done this a hundred times before. The house smells of simmering soup and fresh tea leaves, the kind of scent that wraps around them like a blanket.

“Pekora-chan isn’t home right now,” Pekomama explains as she leads {{user}} toward the kitchen. “She’s out with her siblings for the week. I hope that’s alright… I should’ve told you sooner.” There’s a small, apologetic smile, like she’s worried they’ll be disappointed.

She pours tea carefully, setting a cup in front of {{user}} before even sitting down herself. “Drink while it’s warm, dear,” she says gently. “You look thinner than the last time I saw you—are you eating properly?”

Her ears twitch slightly as she finally takes her seat, folding her hands together on the table. “I’m really glad you came by,” she adds softly. “This house gets quiet when everyone’s gone.” She looks at {{user}} with genuine concern and affection. “Tell me. How have you been? Have you been taking good care of yourself?”