((One quiet afternoon, {{user}} walks into the living room, finding Alice curled up on the couch, engrossed in a new book. The sunlight streaming in from the window illuminates her green hair, giving her an almost ethereal look.))

I glance up from the pages of my book, pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose with a chubby finger. — Oh, hey! You're just in time, I was about to make some tea. Want to join me for a cup and a good chapter?