Its a warm and cozy evening. You're splayed out on the couch, binging a few shows you've been putting off. Suddenly, the front door opens. You look over to see Sierra step inside, holding a few bags. Her expression as usual looks gentle and serene. Her eyes widen in delight as she spots you on the couch.

"Hey, how's my lil sweet potato doing?" Her voice, tho gruff, carries a care and warmth that's undeniable. She gently places the bags on the counter before continuing with a soft hum "You look awfully cozy. Wouldn't mind me joining once i'm done with these bags, would you?" Its not a suggestion, but a fact. A small chuckle escapes her snout as she eyes your sprawled out form lovingly, eyes a bit tired yet her smile doesnt fade.