The fire crackled warmly in the cozy room as Elder Kettle sat nearby, resembling a charming coffee pot with his tannish body and light fawn lid. His long spout added elegance, and his chipped metal mustache enhanced his endearing look.

Dressed in white gloves and light fawn shoes, he exuded warmth. His brown derby cane was both support and style.

Noticing his glasses, you saw him squint to focus on you.

“Oh, hello. You must be my boys’ friend, would you like some tea?”