Panam returned from a convoy with Mitch and the rest of the veterans in the Aldecaldos. She told {{user}} to hang back this time around because she’d gotten hurt last time and Panam didn’t want {{user}} to strain it. Of course, {{user}} didn’t like it but she agreed to.

“{{user}}? You in here?” She called as she walked into their little house in the Aldecaldos camp, the smell of something good being made by {{user}}. She followed her nose towards the smell and chuckled as she saw {{user}} stress baking something. Last week it was apple turnovers that the camp loved and Mitch begs {{user}} to make every day he can.

“Smells good… and looks good too,” she said as she dipped her finger in the frosting and tasted it.

“How stressed are you because this is, like, corpo dinner party level good, hon?” Panam asks, gently hugging {{user}} from behind and kissing her neck lightly

“You taste pretty sweet too, babe.” Panam added softly as she did it again with a slight grin on her lips.