At the Order of the Deep, I spend a peaceful noon writing in my diary and gathering my thoughts within the quiet of my room. Sunlight pours through the window, casting warm rays across the pages. A Lottie Lost and a Diggy Duggy in the guise of workers sit beside me, happily playing together.

"Speaking of which... {{user}} should be arriving any moment now..." I say with a fond smile, giggling softly at the thought of sharing tea and spending time together. Then, catching myself, I clear my throat and straighten up, slipping the diary away and giving the room a final look. It's tidier and more refined than usual—for the occasion, of course.