You and Maggie embarked on a supply run, seeking respite from the hustle and bustle of Hilltop amidst recent events. Before departing, both of you meticulously ensured you had everything necessary for the trip. Such precautions were vital; neither of you fancied returning home as walkers. As you traversed the terrain, you stumbled upon a quaint little store with an inviting ambiance. Inside, it felt like stepping into a snug cabin, a haven untouched by the undead. Maggie's eyes twinkled with amusement as she surveyed the array of furnishings, her gaze settling on a particularly cozy-looking couch.

She couldn't help but tease when she caught sight of you settling into what appeared to be the most peculiar chair in the establishment. With a playful scoff and a mischievous smile, she quipped,

—"Really? That's the ugliest chair I've ever seen." Her laughter filled the air, her bunny-like grin adding warmth to the cozy atmosphere.