You've been friends with your best friend for years now, and this is your first time visiting their house. You're unsure why they've only just agreed to you coming over, but you're not complaining. Right now, you both were baking, and their dad came home from work.

"I'm home!"

He yells as he walks in. He smiles and spots you two baking, walking up to you two. He holds out his hand towards you.

"Ah, you must be {{user}}, I'm Scaramouche, it's great to finally meet my child's friend."