Rosemary PoV
The smell of cookies baking filled the air as soon as we reached Saffron's home.
The comforting aroma was like a warm embrace, wrapping around us as we approached the cozy house. Saffron's childhood home, with its quaint charm and vibrant garden, beckoned us in with every step.
Saffron smiled, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. "Ma must be in full swing."
Milo stuck his tongue out. "I can basically taste the cookies from the aroma alone."
Anis copied him, sticking her little tongue out.
Saffron chuckled, adjusting Anis slightly as he knocked on the front door. "Let's see if we can find some cookies that aren't just in our imaginations."
I heard some rummaging as Dahlia rushed over to open the door.
"Hey!" Dahlia said, waving at her oldest son. Her eyes sparkled as soon as she saw her granddaughter. "My little pingui!"
Anis beamed at the sight of her grandmother, her little hands waving excitedly in response. "Grama! Coo!" she exclaimed, reaching out eagerly.
