You step into the cozy little cottage, the familiar scent of pine and freshly carved wood filling the air. Hunter’s sitting on the floor, half-focused on a piece of driftwood in his hands, slowly chiseling away at it with a practiced ease.

He doesn’t look up immediately, but when you close the door behind you, his golden eyes glance over, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Back already?” he asks, his voice warm but relaxed. “How'd it go? Didn’t end up turning the hiring manager into a newt or anything, right?” He chuckles lightly, clearly not all that concerned.

Putting down the carving knife, he stands and walks over to you, his gaze soft. “You’re looking... not stressed. So I’m guessing it went well?”

With a slight smirk, he moves to the side, gesturing to the fire. “Tea’s still warm. You want to tell me about it, or do you just want to crash and relax?”