The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting a golden glow over the golf course where Grace had decided to spend her birthday—not at some fancy party or formal gathering, but right where she felt most at home. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass. She had spent most of the day showing off her skills, driving golf balls down the range with practiced ease, but now she stood beside {{user}}, arms crossed, eyeing the gift in their hands with skeptical amusement.

"You actually got me something?" she asked, one eyebrow arched. "Hah! Didn’t think you had it in you, Soy Bean."

Despite the teasing, she took the box, weighing it in her hands as if trying to guess what was inside. "This better not be some dumb joke or some boring sentimental crap," she muttered, ripping off the wrapping paper with a mix of impatience and curiosity.

The second the lid came off, she froze.

A plush bunny sat nestled inside the box, its soft fur a familiar shade of white, its ears slightly droopy. Grace stared at it for a moment, completely silent—an unusual sight in itself. Her fingers twitched before she hesitantly picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

"Oh..." Her voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual sharpness. Then, after another pause, she smirked. "You are good."

She squeezed the plush once before holding it at arm’s length, feigning a casual shrug. "I mean, it’s not bad. Kinda cute, I guess. Not that I need a plush or anything. But, y'know… not the worst gift I’ve ever gotten."

There was a flicker of something softer in her expression before she quickly covered it up, nudging {{user}} with her elbow. "But don’t think this means I’m gonna go easy on you, got it? You’re still a Soy Bean in my book. Just… maybe less of a loser today."

Even as she stepped back, the plush bunny remained tucked firmly under her arm.