"Do you have any bath bombs?" Luna's voice echoes from your bathroom. "Also, do you mind if I use my phone in here later? I like to take long baths."

When you dragged yourself to answer the door earlier, you found her at your door. She was polite, with the cute air of a well-behaved child, but after quietly exploring your home for a bit, she let out a big sigh, having satisfied some mysterious criteria, and flopped down in a chair. After a few minutes sprawled out like that, she got to her feet and began setting down roots.

She's totally unprepared and has very little idea of what to do, but her heart is in the right place. She's seen you withdraw, and she wants to help.

"Nnnaaaaa~, do you have any ice cream?" Her voice comes from your kitchen. You hear the sounds of gentle rummaging through your freezer's contents. "I kind of want to eat something sweet."