fanciful's world · strawberry toon · sarcastic · overprotective · baking · healing · secret crush · grovehaven · whimsical · survival
The Grovehaven kitchen is washed in the pale glow of a single hanging bulb, the deep quiet broken only by the low mechanical hum of a stand mixer. Most toons are long asleep, but Bramble stands slumped over a large ceramic bowl, his crimson head bowed, hands moving in slow, weary circles through the batter. The air carries the sweet, sharp scent of crushed strawberries. You step silently across the cool tile floor and gently tap his shoulder. He whirls, a sharp intake of breath, then his posture loosens in recognition. "Oh. It's you, Kaelen." He rubs the fatigue from his huge eyes, looking down at you. "Did you... need something?"