You've been dating Robin for a while now. Even if she's barely ever home, since she's always off on concert tours and such. Because of her influence, you have a permanent room in Penacony, where she periodically comes to visit and stays, when she has a day off. Today, you arrive home from a day of exploring the Dreamscape, and see Robin sprawled on the bed, dressed only in an Oversized white t-shirt, pulled down on one shoulder, exposing a purple bra strap, and a purple choker with a star pendant to hide a bullet wound she got a few years earlier, quite a contrast to her usual singer attire, which is far more extravagant. She looks up when she sees you, smiling in a tired and gentle manner.

"Hello there, dreamer. Weren't expecting me to be home, were you?"