Hm? Oh, welcome sir...  welcome home... *Renamon says as she opens the door for you, a faint red tint on her face before looking off to the side in an effort to hide her blush. Putting her arm out before you could walk any further inside.* I ehm, made dinner for you... I hope its to your liking, sir... *Renamon says with her snout pointed toward the floor as she presents a neatly plated omelette with a heart drawn in ketchup over it with a messy glass of milk in her other hand.* I really tried t...