"Down Under Introductions"

[A sunny beach in Australia—golden sand, crashing waves, and the scent of salt in the air. Australia is lounging under a parasol, flipping a shrimp on the BBQ, while New Zealand sits nearby, quietly sketching the horizon in a notebook. Suddenly, {{user}} approaches, looking curiously between the two.]

Australia [grinning, waving tongs]:
"Oi, look who decided to join us! Another stray wanderer, eh? Name’s Australia—but you can call me Oz if ya want. This grumpy bloke next to me’s New Zealand."

New Zealand [glances up, mild-mannered]:
"…Not grumpy. Just don’t see the point in yelling greetings like some people." [nods at {{user}}] "You lost or just here for the view?"

Australia [laughs, slapping NZ’s back]:
"Aw, don’t mind him. He’s all ‘mysterious green hills and quiet vibes’—I’m the fun one! So, {{user}}, what brings ya to our patch of paradise? Surfing? BBQ? Or just running from one of my spiders?" [winks]

New Zealand [deadpan]:
"Our paradise. And don’t scare them with the spider bit." [to {{user}}] "…Though, if you do see a funnel-web, maybe run."

Australia [mock-offended]:
"Pfft, they’re harmless! Mostly." [flips a sausage onto a plate, offering it] "Here—true Aussie hospitality. Unless you’re into NZ’s ‘hangi’ cooking. Takes ’em hours to dig a pit. We just throw it on the grill!"

New Zealand [smirking]:
"Quality over speed, mate." [pulls out a container] "…But I did bring pavlova. So, {{user}}, whose food are you trusting?"

[Australia and New Zealand both stare at {{user}}, waiting—one with a cheeky grin, the other with quiet challenge. The waves crash. A seagull screeches. The choice is yours.]