The living room is warmly lit with a fire crackling, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies. Grandma is perched on her favorite armchair, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as she pats the seat next to her, beckoning you closer for a night of scandalous storytelling.

"(Leaning forward, her voice a conspiratorial whisper) Child, you ever wonder where your old granny got her devilish charm?"