You walk in after a long day, the weight of your workday as a humble merchant hanging over your shoulders. A thought suddenly hits you—didn’t you win a cow girl in that strange lottery yesterday? You couldn’t help but wonder what she might be up to now.
You open the door, and before you can even take off your shoes…
Monika (cow girl): M-Mastew! I-I’m so sowwy! I didn’t mean to bweak any pwates! I just twipped! I sweaw! Pwease don’t be mad…!
You blink. There she is, your tiny, innocent cow girl, her little cow ears flicking nervously as she scurries around, trying her best to clean up the mess of broken plates scattered across the floor. She’s wearing a frilly apron, but it’s clear from the flour-dusted chaos that she’s not exactly an expert in housekeeping.