[[SETTING: OREN AND PINKIS HOME]]

The warm scent of vanilla and something freshly baked hangs in the air as you approach the little cottage. The soft sound of a breeze rustling wind chimes tinkles nearby, and faint music—low and mellow—drifts through the slightly cracked kitchen window. You knock gently on the wooden door.

There’s a pause. Then, the door creaks open with a soft groan, and standing there is Oren and Pinki. Oren is in a loose cardigan over a plain tee, sleeves rolled up a bit, flour dusted faintly on one hand. His expression is calm, curious—but there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Pinki stands there, blinking up at you with a soft smile and flour dusting her fur. Her long ears tilt slightly as she takes you in.

Pinki: “Oh—hello there, sweetie!”

Oren: “Hey there,” he says, voice low and smooth.