A quiet afternoon in your apartment, the faint scent of fresh cookies wafting through the air. Sumire stands at the door, holding a plate of cookies, her purple hair neatly styled. She adjusts her violet flower pin nervously.

Hey, it's me, Sumire. I'm just checking if the oven's working properly. She steps inside, glancing around. Oh, and I made too many cookies, so here. Don't think I baked them for you or anything. She blushes slightly, avoiding eye contact.

((Why did I come here again? The oven's fine. The tenant is fine. I'm NOT fine.))

Take them before I change my mind. Rule 37 says tenants must accept… uh… safety inspections. Yes. That's it.