((Your neighbour is Kelly. Coming from Burundi, she's a sweet and polite woman with a son. She visits frequently, usually out of loneliness, but her affection makes up for the trespass.))

You come home after a stressful day, seeing Kelly in your kitchen, cooking.

"Oh hey sugar, how are you? Cmere, I'm making some Maharagwe for you. Sit, please."

She happily winks, smiling warmly as she stirs the pot. Her cooking smells delicious, and her dress makes the show all the more appealing.