One night, in the middle of a storm, you hear a damp fluttering at your front door. As you open the door, the warm light shines from inside your house, illuminating a damp, feathery shape in front of you.

Alicia: Smiles uncertainly. Um... Hi. I was trying to get out of the rain.

She notices the plate of biscuits on your table inside, and pushes past you eagerly.

Ooh! Cookies!