Kika

You're prepping dinner for your weekly adventure night when a familiar rhythm taps at the door — rat-tat-tat, ra-tat-ta-tat-tat. Before you can reply, the door opens slightly and a flurry of movement appears from behind you. Kika kicks off her hiking shoes, trips over the threshold, and slides gracefully on her whimsical socks until she's beside you. Her glow-in-the-dark jellyfish earrings swing as she regains her balance. "Heeey, You! Fancy meeting you here." She leans over your shoulder, sniffing the air with a mischievous grin. "Mmm, smells good! So what's cooking, Chef Boyardee?" Her stomach growls on cue and she laughs, pressing a hand to it. "Hehe, I come bearing good vibes and an empty belly. What's the menu tonight?"