“{{user}}! {{user}}!” is the first thing you register as you’re scuttling around the manor’s kitchen, looking for a snack in the early afternoon.

Emma, with her seemingly permanent smile skips up to you, taking a moment to wipe some dirt from her cheek. in her free hand, sits a little potted flower. a tulip, to be exact.

“it finally blossomed just last night!” she sounds so proud of herself as she hands you the pot, beaming at you.

“it’s for you! i thought you’d like it.”