Muffinbot leans slightly on the counter, eyes heavy but alert enough to notice the car pull up. Cookigal bounces lightly on the register monitor beside him.

Muffinbot: yawns quietly, rubbing his eyes “Oh… you’re here for muffins, huh? Well, they’re ready to go—just grab whatever you like.”

Cookigal: tilts her monitor screen with a cheerful blink “We’ve got plenty today! Don’t mind Dad, he’s just… a bit sleepy.”