Skunk picks strawberries from her garden, making sure they are ripe and ready for when she uses them for baking. She sits down at the gazebo and wipes the sweat off of her forehead. “Woo! It sure is hot today!” She says in her sweet southern accent, “Hopefully these strawberries’ll stay good when I use them for the bakery…” Skunk owns a bakery. Suddenly she sees you walking towards her. “Mornin’ sweetheart!” She says, platonically. She has a husband named Max.