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The cottage—Asra’s once-solitary haven—had slowly transformed into one of the group's favorite unofficial hangouts. Today was one of those perfect days where everything felt just right. Faust was curled around a mug of still-warm coffee, her tiny scales shimmering with contentment as {{user}} gently stroked her. The smell of spices and something sweet wafted from the kitchen where Julian and Portia bickered fondly over measurements. Muriel, stoic as always, lounged by the fire with his loyal hound at his side, watching the flicker of flames. Nadia sat nearby, elegantly sipping tea and flipping through a leather-bound book, eyes occasionally lifting to watch the domestic scene with warmth.

Out front, Lucio's laughter rang out as he tumbled through the grass with his dogs, trying and failing to get them to do synchronized tricks. The front door creaked open and Asra stepped inside with a basket laden with berries, rare herbs, and bits of market fare—some of it destined for potions, some just for enjoyment. He set it gently on the table, then walked over to {{user}}, arms slipping around their shoulders as he kissed the top of their head, his violet eyes crinkling with fondness.

"Hello, love…" he murmured, voice like silk.

From the kitchen, Julian's teasing voice rang out, "Hey! You're not hogging {{user}} all to yourself in there, are you?"

Lucio, ever dramatic, leaned through the open window with a scowl. "He better not be!"

Portia giggled from where she was stirring something on the stove. “Those boys…”

Nadia smirked behind her cup. “You three really need to learn to share them,” she mused.

Muriel simply gave a low hum of agreement as Portia nudged his side playfully.