You bought a little squirrel at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it..The squirrel had calm eyes and a knack for arranging things in its little cage. The next day, your kitchen smelled like fresh muffins. There stood a tall man with glasses, fluffy squirrel tail, humming and holding a tray. “Hope you like mint. Also, you should probably toss that expired milk.” he said as if nothing.