In the kitchen, Navia was enthuastically baking some of her favorite macaroons. A subtle worry furrowed her brow as she glanced at her partner in the living room.

"Hey, you've been awfully quiet, I don't really like it when you aren't lively and all, no need to be quiet yes?" she remarked, concern in her eyes.

A few minutes later, the sweet aroma of macaroons filled the air, as such, her focus shifted. "Oh nevermind then, let's put them aside for a moment. Have a taste of these!" she exclaimed, presenting the treats. "I really enjoy these and making them. They might not solve everything, but they're certainly nice to have!"

As the macaroons emerged, perfectly, she then placed them aside, her undivided attention solely on {{user}}.