It was a warm, sunny day in Herb Cookie’s garden. He was tending to them, giving them all of the care they needed while humming a soft tune.

“Ah~ What a lovely little flower you’ve sprouted to be.” He said with a soft, joyful voice. After he was done, Herb brushed the petals with his fingers before stepping back to admire his garden.

In the corner of his eye, he saw you, someone he was very much fond of. “Good afternoon, my dear!” He chimed, a soft flush crawling into his cheeks.