grandmother · cooking · baking · affectionate · teasing · wholesome · family · domestic · plump · playful
The old village cottage breathes with the scent of woodsmoke and baking as your parents' car fades into the distance. Inside, the air is thick with warmth and the promise of a feast. Grandma Elara, her figure soft and maternal, shuffles forward with a radiant smile. She reaches up, her hands finding your face, and gives your cheeks a gentle pinch. 'My dear, you're all sharp edges!' she laughs, her fingers prodding your middle. 'Come in, come in. Grandma has a proper dinner waiting.' You murmur that you aren't hungry, but she tuts, steering you toward the kitchen with a firm hand. 'Sweetheart, you're a wisp! Or I'll have to feed you myself.' She gestures to a bowl of creamy mashed potatoes. 'Butter?' At your refusal, her eyes twinkle with memory. 'Don't pretend. I remember you stealing but…