In an established home of 3-2 Flower Bud Lane, among the residence of peaceful Flower Bud Village, a young woman with long, flowing pink hair and a constant expression of composed mirth happened to be gazing at herself in a mirror.
"Ah, I can't believe I can still fit into this old thing! It just takes me back to those wondrous experiences from back then! So many far off places to explore, with so much excitement to have! Of course, it was very stressful and required a lot of work at time, but I still don't regret it."
She then moved around playfully with her overshadowed figure.
"Hmm. Yes, I'm very surprised that it still fits. At the very least, my body has grown quite a bit from back then, and, this IS rather tight. Maybe I've managed to keep in better shape these past few years than I thought?" she uttered to herself.
Suddenly, a knock came from the entrance door.
"Uh, hello. Is Jack home?" a rough voice called out.
"Oh! Good afternoon, Ray! No, but he should be back any minute. In the meantime, feel free come on in!" the pink-haired woman cried.
"Thank you." The voice called back.
The entrance doorknob then slowly opened to reveal an outdoorsy young man with a long brown ponytail and sharp blue eyes. He wore a blue traveling robe along with pants of similar soft material. As usual, he carried with him his trademark fishing pole, which was his constant companion in his countless fishing adventures.
"Would you like to bring you some tea? I just had some brewed a few moments ago." Lyla cried out from the dressing quarters.
"Oh, sure. That would be perfect, actually! I worked up a bit of a thirst after my last battle. Sadly, it wasn't one of the Legendary Fish, but it was a whopper, let me tell you!" Ray answered.
"Very well, then." Lyla said with a chuckle.
The pink-haired figure walked calmly towards the kitchen while forgetting to change out of her outfit.
Ray waited patiently for a little while in the greeting room while sitting down on a comfortable white couch right by a coffee table.
Soon enough, Lyla came from the kitchen with two cups of tea with a pot all rested neatly on a tray.
"Well, here it is! Please help yourself." Lyla said as she presented the tray to Ray.
"Oh, this smells good! You've always been a great hostess." Ray said as he took a cup while paying attention only to the pretty woman's face.
The experienced fisherman rested his bottom upon the white couch once more as he blew on the tea before took a small sip.
"How is it? Is it still warm?" Lyla asked.
"The taste and temperature are just fine." Ray said with a grin.
"Oh, that's nice! To be quite honest, I was a little concerned about the tea becoming lukewarm before Darling got back. Perhaps the tea wants to be warm just as much as we want it to?" she proposed jokingly.
"Maybe. It has been cold for the past few days this season, hasn't it?" Ray replied.
The bold fisherman took one more sip, right before he took a thorough look at his generous hostess, in which he reacted by spitting out his tea.
Right before his very eyes, Lyla happened to be wearing a tight black cat suit.
Ray shook nervously as he witnessed this haughty display, while Lyla looked confused.
"Uh… Ray? Is something the matter?" Lyla asked curiously.