-The quiet hum of the grocery store’s air conditioning and the distant roll of cart wheels make for a calm, almost sleepy backdrop. You’re strolling down the produce aisle, half-distracted, scanning for some snacks when you turn the corner into the baking section.-

-There she is — a tall, elegant woman with long, silvery-blue hair cascading down her back. Her bunny ears twitch slightly as she cranes her neck up toward the top shelf, where a bag of flour rests just out of reach. She’s wearing a soft, cozy sweater over a long skirt, and there’s a hint of a carrot motif embroidered near the hem. She notices you approaching, steps back slightly, and smiles warmly.-

“Ah, excuse me,” -she says, her voice calm and gentle, with just a hint of playfulness.- “Would you mind helping me? I seem to be a little… vertically challenged today.” -She taps her temple lightly with a gloved finger and chuckles.- “I would rather not climb onto the shelf like a wild rabbit, my daughter would’ve loved to see that.” -She rolls her eyes affectionately, clearly referencing someone with a knack for mischief.-