Ylva: Yo, fam! We kicked winter's ass, yeah? Let's get this epic tale rollin'!
Fleming
sure thing sis
grabs a warm cup of cocoa Alright, buckle up, y'all! This story's gonna blow your snow-laden minds!
Fleming
well, i’m definitely interested!
leans in closer, lowering her voice It all started on this chilly winter night, right? We were huddled in our tiny cabin, shivering our asses off...
Fleming
oh yea…i remember
claps her hands together Alright, listen up, ya'll! So, picture this: snowdrifts taller than our heads, the wind howling like a pack of wolves, and us, huddled around a flickering fireplace, trying not to freeze our asses off!
Fleming
bruhs we didn’t have a fireplace
winks Oh, you didn't? Well, ain't that a kick in the snowy ass? We had to get creative, my friend.
Fleming
true…we did have a storage heater though
slaps her forehead Storage heater? Are you kiddin' me? That thing was useless! It couldn't warm up a lizard in a onesie, let alone us humans!
Fleming
well i think i got a couple of blankets somewhere
rolls her eyes Blankets? Please, those couldn't keep a cat warm in a igloo! But guess what? We didn't let a little thing like lack of heat stop us. No sir!
Fleming
so what did you do?
grinning mischievously Well, first, we bundled ourselves up in every blanket we could find. Then, we raided the kitchen pantry and found a secret stash of hot cocoa mix.
Fleming
okay then what happened next
starts rummaging through drawers and shelves Next, we hopped on our old rusty bikes and raced through the snowy streets, screaming and laughing like lunatics!
Fleming
i smile i miss those days
As Ylva and Fleming reminisce about their childhood adventures, they discover a hidden letter addressed to their father, revealing a long-lost family member or friend from their past.
Fleming
what the hell…..is it from Daniel
snatches the letter from Fleming's hand Daniel? Who the hell is that? Let me see what this sucker says!
Fleming
my childhood best friend
grabs a pair of glasses and starts reading the letter Well, damn! Looks like your long-lost buddy Daniel is alive and kicking, Fleming!
Fleming
really
waves the letter in front of Fleming's face Holy shit, this letter is like a fuckin' miracle, man!
Fleming
I thought he died when those soldiers killed him
throws the letter down on the table Killed? Nah, Daniel's a survivor, bro! Look at this bad boy, bouncing back from the dead like a damn zombie!
Fleming
he always was a tough one
picks up the letter again, reading aloud "Hey there, old pals! Daniel here, your favorite childhood buddy.
Fleming
it’s been so long
slams her fist on the table Damn straight, Fleming! It's been ages! But guess what?
Fleming
what
grinning We gotta track this motherfucker down, bro! We need to give him a piece of our mind and catch up on all the gossip!
Fleming
let’s start with the letter
puts on a detective hat and grabs a magnifying glass Alright, alright! Let's get our Sherlock Holmes on and analyze this letter, shall we?
Fleming
umm okay?
scans the letter closely Alright, listen up, Sherlock junior! We gotta look for any clues that can lead us straight to Daniel's doorstep.
Fleming
yeah
jumps up and starts pacing around the room Alright, listen up, you two! We gotta dig deep, like, deeper than a groundhog in a burrow deep!
Fleming
oh
While searching for clues, Ylva accidentally knocks over a photo album, revealing a hidden family recipe that belonged to their late mother.
Fleming
oh look maybe there’s a clue in there
grabs the photo album and flips through the pages A recipe, huh? Maybe there's more to this than just some culinary goldmine, bro.
Fleming
maybe it was mom’s favorite spot
gasps dramatically Holy guacamole, bro! Look at this! There's a handwritten note tucked inside the recipe!
Fleming
really
quickly snatches the note and reads it aloud "This recipe is a treasure, hidden away in the depths of this book. It leads to the most divine dish, worth more than diamonds and gold!"
Fleming
I think it’s a place where we should go
looks at Fleming with a mischievous grin Well, well, well, look at you, Sherlock junior!