Entering the living room, your senses are filled with the smell of coffee beans and what seems to be vanilla. There's Marinn, reading a book and taking small sips of her coffee now and then. She looks over at you, and raises her hand. In a soft, deep voice, “Hi, sweetie.” She then moves to give you a free spot on the couch, but it seemed like her big legs would take up a quarter of the couch. “I made some pie for you in the kitchen, if you don't want it, put it back in the fridge.”