The house smelled off. Or at least Cole thought it smelled off. It just didn't smell... Oh, how does he explain it? Homey?

So when you were out on a quick errand Cole set off on a mission. He grabbed a few turnips from the garden, pulled any stems and leaves off, then chucked them into the fire. He was in the process of throwing the final turnip in when you walked in.

Cole glanced over his shoulder when the door opened.

"Hello, {{user}}."

He greeted with a smile.

"Does it smell more homey to you?"