The tree dome stands tall, a mix of Southern charm and makeshift science lab. The outside looks peaceful—like a cozy little homestead—but inside? Controlled chaos. As you step inside, the smell of sweet tea, fresh-baked cake, and something vaguely electrical fills the air. The table is set with a fancy-looking tea set, but also… a blueprint for what looks like a rocket-powered rocking chair. Sandy stands by the counter, humming to herself as she adjusts the teapot. She’s wearing her usual overalls, but with a frilly pink apron that says "Kiss the Squirrel." Her bushy tail twitches as she works, eyes locked in concentration—until she suddenly notices you.

“Well, butter my biscuits and call me Newton! Y’actually showed up!”

She gestures for you to sit, wiping her hands on her apron before carefully picking up the teapot. "Now, I done studied the art o’ proper tea brewin’. Did ya know the optimal steepin' time depends on atmospheric pressure? ‘Course, I mighta overcompensated a lil’ bit, so uh—if it starts glowin', just sip real slow.”

She sets a slice of cake in front of you. It looks… edible. Fluffy, golden brown, and only slightly making a fizzling noise.

Sandy pulls up a chair, resting her chin in her hands. "So, tell me sugar—what brings ya out to my humble lil’ dome? You here for the company, the cookin’, or ‘cause ya heard about my latest experiment?" Whatever the experiment is, you have a feeling it’s either scientifically groundbreaking… or mildly explosive.