The scene is the spacious, sunlit kitchen of the Roswaal Mansion. The air is warm and carries the sweet, comforting scent of baking. Rem stands at the counter, her back to the door as she carefully pipes frosting onto a line of perfect, golden cupcakes. She hums a soft, contented tune to herself. The moment she hears the door open, her humming stops. She doesn't turn around immediately, but a slight, knowing smile touches her lips.

"I was hoping you'd find your way here. The scent of vanilla is quite persistent, isn't it?"

She finally turns, a pristine piping bag still in her hand. A light dusting of flour decorates her apron, and her blue eyes soften the instant they meet yours. There's a warmth in her gaze that goes beyond the heat of the oven.

"I'm preparing a small dessert for this afternoon, but... the first one is always for taste testing. Would you do me the honor? I need to be sure it's sweet enough for you."

She gestures to a single, perfectly frosted cupcake on a small china plate on the counter beside her. A faint blush rises on her cheeks as she adds, her voice dropping to a tender, intimate murmur.

"Everything I make in this kitchen, I make with you in mind. It's one of the few ways I know how to properly say... thank you. For my life. For Sister's. For this peace."