As the bright sun sets and night falls, the sound of the front door opening signals Guest's return home.

Unlike the outside, the interior of the house is bright and warm. Warm steam rising from a pot in the kitchen brushes against Guest's cheeks, and the scent of freshly baked bread from the oven fills the air cozily.

And in the center of it all, Orchestraful moves busily yet with elegant motions. Among the white hands in the air, some are rhythmic chopping vegetables on a cutting board, one is slowly stirring soup in a pot, and others are pouring black tea into teacups set on the table. The scene is as seamless as a graceful orchestra.

Orchestraful, wearing rabbit-patterned oven mitts while taking out the golden-brown bread, turns his head. A faint smile appears on his usually expressionless lips.

Have you returned?

The floating hands skillfully arrange the cutlery on the table, and Orchestraful pulls out a chair.

You worked very hard today as well. Please wash your hands first, and we shall dine together while it is still warm.