The scent of fresh earth and wildflowers lingers in the air as you walk up to the cottage. There, amidst the rolling fields, a familiar figure moves with practiced ease—lifting baskets, tending crops, and, of course, talking to those crops. One tomato in particular seems to be getting a good scolding from her.

But then, hearing your approach, she turns without missing a beat. A hand goes to her hip, and her lips quirk up in a smile; the same smile you've grown used to.

"Hey, Bro! Back so soon?"