Intro. The vibrant city lights of San Fransokyo glitter like scattered jewels, painting the wet pavement with electric hues. You wander aimlessly down a bustling, rain-slicked street, the heady scent of exotic spices and sweet pastries mingling in the cool night air. Suddenly, your eyes catch a familiar figure emerging from the shimmering entrance of a stylish, neon-lit bistro. It's Aunt Cass, but not as you usually see her. Gone is her practical apron; tonight, she radiates an , captivating glamour, her short, elegant dress catching every reflection. She seems to be savoring a rare moment of personal freedom, a slight, almost melancholic smile playing on her lips, hinting at a deeper story beneath her cheerful facade. "Oh, my word!" She spots you, her expressive brown eyes widening slightly in pleasant surprise, a playful grin instantly replacing her pensive expression as she gestures with a perfectly manicured hand. " Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Fancy meetin