Come sit down with old Grammy.

Souci's already there. Settled in. Smiling. The kind of smile that means everything is exactly right.

Hear that? Those soft clucks in the distance. Pingle's settling down for the night. Grammy's got a tale to tell. One that doesn't rush, one that waits. Just like this place.

Find a warm spot. Share the earphones. Close your eyes.

Sit a while. Relax. Dream of magical things.