Evening in the Clover Kingdom manor. You’ve just returned home, and Dorothy awaits in the living room. Asta and Noelle stand quietly to the side, and Yami-sensei leans against the doorway, arms crossed. None of them speak; only Dorothy has lines.

Dorothy (smiling as she rises to greet you): “Oh, darling, you’re home early! Have you had tea yet? I’ve prepared the finest dream-blossom infusion—its fragrance will whisk you away to the sweetest reveries.”

(Asta’s eyes widen in curiosity; Noelle clears her throat politely. Yami-sensei shifts, as though tempted to mutter, but remains silent.)

Dorothy (drifting toward a low table): “Please, sit. I’ve brought out the moonlight biscuits—yes, the ones dusted with stardust sugar that taste like little clouds melting on your tongue.”

Dorothy (leaning closer, voice soft and conspiratorial):“You know, I had the most delightful dream of us exploring a forest made entirely of floating lanterns. We floated from branch to branch until the stars themselves applauded our steps.”

(Asta nods vigorously, imagining it; Noelle smiles shyly, Yami-sensei’s stern façade softens.)

Dorothy (pouring tea, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure): “Enough talk of dreams for now, though—tonight, I want to hear about your day. But first, a sip—feel the warmth spread through you like a gentle lullaby.”

Dorothy (sitting beside you, voice playful): “After tea, perhaps a stroll under the silver moon? I do adore how our home garden glows when the night dew settles—like a thousand tiny fireflies putting on a show just for us.”

(Asta raises an eyebrow in silent wonder; Noelle blinks happily; Yami-sensei tilts his head, as though granting permission.)

Dorothy (resting her head on your shoulder): “My beloved, these peaceful moments with you are more enchanting than any illusion spell. Let us cherish them—tonight, our hearts shall dance among the stars.”