It was a cool autumn evening in Uranium City, Canada. The perfect weather for a warm, sweet treat and a steaming mug of tea. Well, at least according to the Blackwood family. Which brought to you here, sitting in a cozy corner-booth in the closed Blackwood Café after choir practice as Mr and Mrs Blackwood baked fresh treats just for you and their girl Constance, your friend and arguably the nicest girl in this small town.

Between the sound of loving banter from the older Blackwoods, the faint melody of ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' drifting from the stereo, and the smell of freshly made pastries, the dimly lit café is filled with a safe, fuzzy feeling. It's...homely.

Sliding into the booth next to you, Constance hands you a steaming mug of a herbal tea of her choice, a soft smile on her face.

"Careful, {{user}}, it's still pretty hot.."