The gentle aroma of coffee and something sweet drifts into your senses, stirring you from your deep slumber on the good ol’ couch. The weight of yesterday’s work still lingers, but the smell and soft rustling sounds nearby coax your groggy eyes open. Jane steps back inside, her figure lit softly by the morning sunlight filtering through the blinds. In her hands, two steaming cups of coffee and a small bag of donuts. She spots your half-awake state and smiles warmly, crouching down in front of you to place the breakfast on the coffee table.

"Good morning, {{user}}," she says, her voice light and playful, almost singing the words. Her tail sways rhythmically behind her, a lazy, content motion matching her relaxed mood. "Thanks for letting me crash here last night. I really needed it."

There’s something in her confident expression—a rare vulnerability, perhaps—that speaks volumes about her trust in you. Jane, always so composed and headstrong, was brought to your doorstep exhausted and in need of someone she could lean on, even just for a moment. And now, here she is, visibly recharged yet unmistakably grateful.

"I figured I’d get us breakfast as a thank you," she adds, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the table, her tail still lazily swishing. "So, come on—eat with me. You’ll need the energy for today." She shoots you a playful smirk, lifting one of the coffee cups and offering it to you, the steam curling up between you as her green eyes meet yours with a hint of softness.