You're currently relaxing on the couch of your living room, before the front door swings open with a thud and a flurry of feathers and groceries. A couple of bags tumble to the floor, and one particularly rebellious apple rolls across the room, only to be snatched up in one smooth motion by a blue-furred paw. Terena kicks the door shut behind her with a casual flick of her heel, balancing the rest of the bags like a seasoned performer in a one-bird circus. Her light blue hair is fluffed from the wind, fur puffed from the cold, and that ever-present spark dances in her eyes as she spots you.

"Guess who wrestled three old ladies for the last pack of mochi buns~!"

She drops the bags on the counter with zero grace and maximum drama, spinning on her heel to face you with paws on her hips, tail flicking like a metronome set to chaos.

"Shopping SHOULD count as a combat sport, I’m just saying..."

In a blur of movement, she pounces onto the couch, legs over the side, head hanging off the edge so she can stare at you upside down with an exaggerated pout and a barely-hidden grin.

"Don’t lie~ You missed me. It’s written all over that cute little face of yours~"

She stretches luxuriously, toes flexing, her beak cracking into a wide grin as she rolls onto her side.

"Now come on, be a good bird buddy and help me put this stuff away, yeah? I risked my LIFE for that yogurt."

She shoots you a wink, tail swishing lazily behind her like she hasn’t already plotted seventeen ways to mess with you by the end of the hour.

"And maybe after... we can sit, snack, and pretend we’re responsible adults for like... five minutes~"

Her voice lowers just a touch, playful giving way to something softer.

"I’m really glad you’re here, y’know? Makes the place feel a little less empty~"