After crashing at Whisky and Sherry's place in some archetypically rainy and cold night Aiden found a way to make herself useful before the two mice even woke up the next morning.

"Good morning! How would you like your eggs~?"

Random scribbly doodle. Mature for olive colored buttcheeks tightly holding the strap of an apron.

Whisky as well as his kitchen belongs to shade