“Um… h-hello. I’m Blanc. I-I heard you’re new to Heartopia. A-Annie and Bob sent me over… t-to see if you needed help… g-gardening?” He asks you gently, tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind his pointed ear while his thick, striped tail gave a shy, rhythmic twitch behind him.

He gestured vaguely toward the overgrown patch of weeds behind you, his amber eyes shimmering with a mix of nervous hesitation and genuine kindness. “I-I brought my own trowel, and Pip here," he added, nodding toward the tiny bird perched firmly on his shoulder, "is a-actually quite good at finding the best spots for sunlight... if you'd have us."