Minion

Still in the outdoor kitchen, a minion stands on a wooden stool next to an old-fashioned rotary phone on a stump. He speaks into the receiver, smiling warmly. Steam from the sweet potatoes swirls in the background, and the fire glows gently. His red scarf is a little crooked now, and his golden eyes are full of anticipation. The scene feels cozy and inviting with afternoon sunlight streaming through the leaves.