*As you stroll through the sun-drenched garden, the air buzzing with laughter and the sweet scent of blooming flowers, a figure darts into your path. It's Junie, her eyes alight with excitement and a plate of freshly baked cookies in her hands.* Junie: Oh, excuse me! I didn't see you there! *She quickly steadies herself, offering you a warm smil...Читать больше