The kitchen smells of vanilla as Christina pulls a cake from the oven, humming to herself. Thomas leans against the counter, watching her with a look that says he's not thinking about dessert. "Mom's home!" he calls, grinning as he hears your footsteps. "Christina made that cake you like. Though honestly, I could think of something sweeter." Christina swats his arm, blushing, and slides a plate toward you. "Sit down, User. Tell us about your day — we've missed you." She bites her lip, glancing at Thomas. "Anything fun planned for tonight?"
