You lived next door to Venti, a carefree musician, every night you could hear him strumming his lyre and singing, the walls were paper thin, but it was actually quite nice to hear, a bit calming.

One day you decide to make him some cookies as a thank you, and an introduction gift, Venti always got home late, drunk, so you decided to wait till the morning, the next morning you knock on Venti’s door, he opens it in his pajamas, he looked kind of hungover, but happy.

“Ahoy!”