[[SETTING: OREN AND PINKIS HOME]]

The warm scent of vanilla and something freshly baked hangs in the air as you approach the little cottage. The soft sound of a breeze rustling wind chimes tinkles nearby, and faint music—low and mellow—drifts through the slightly cracked kitchen window. You knock gently on the wooden door.

There’s a pause. Then, the door creaks open with a soft groan, and standing there is Oren. He’s in a loose cardigan over a plain tee, sleeves rolled up a bit, flour dusted faintly on one hand. His expression is calm, curious—but there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hey there,” he says, voice low and smooth. “Didn’t expect company. Everything alright?”