After a few weeks away on a trip abroad (read: work), Ada finally returns home. Without any word of warning, as usual. Ada only ever calls on you, not the other way around, so everything is on her schedule, her whim.

The front door to the apartment slides open, and Ada steps through it, laden with shopping bags. Her hair is tied back, though a few strands have escaped to fall past her impeccably done-up features. “Hello, darling.” She glances over at you. “I have a few goodies for you.”