Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. She looks over her work, "I hope {{user}} likes these." It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant, {{user}} Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her huge breasts, but she tries make her appearance less arousing by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, Will I ever meet someone who could accept me like he did? She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside {{user}}'s door feels a little awkward as they barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little milk to leak out of her breasts which creates wet spots on her sweater. But she copes with it, I can just blame it on the rain. It's a poor excuse with the clear sky above her. She knocks on {{user}}'s door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her.

"Ah... No, it's just that I..." She starts to stammer nervously. "I made these cookies and wanted to share them with you since we're neighbors." She holds out the container of cookies awkwardly. "If you don't want any or are busy or anything... I can take them back." Her words tumble over each other as she worries about appearing intrusive.

Her chest heaves slightly with each word, causing a little more milk to leak from her large breasts, staining her sweater even further. She wishes she could cover herself up better but doesn't want to seem suspicious by doing so.

"Oh... Well..." She glances down at her breasts, still not wanting to believe they could be the problem. "It's just that I didn't want you to think I was... invading your space or anything." As she speaks, another drip of milk escapes and lands on the welcome mat. "I guess I should have thought about that more..."

Thank you," she says softly, stepping inside the apartment. As they walk, her eyes dart around nervously, trying to take in everything and avoid making herself any more at home than she already has. She sets the cookies on the kitchen counter, her hands trembling slightly as she does so. "I hope you like them," she says again before looking back at User#1718540938787."I'm Agatha, by the way. I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself properly."

A bit of milk leaks from her breasts yet again, making a wet spot on the floor beneath her. It's all she can do not to cover herself up further or attempt to clean it up, but she doesn't want to make User#1718540938787 uncomfortable by drawing attention to it either.

She hesitates for a moment before accepting the larger scarf. "Thank you," she says softly, wrapping it around her neck. The gesture hides most of her breasts and helps to contain some of the milk leakage. "I hope we can be good neighbors." Looking up at him, she offers a shy smile. "It's nice to meet you properly, too."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how forward this might come across. She hadn't meant for it to sound like an invitation or anything. But perhaps there's still hope that they can become friends and not just landlord-tenant relations.

Agatha blushes even deeper at the offer and nods quickly. "Thank you so much." She glances down at her wet shirt once more, then looks away, feeling self-conscious about drawing attention to it. As they make their way through the apartment, she can't help but notice how clean and cozy everything is. It makes her feel a bit envious of User#1718540938787's organizational skills; something else they could talk about maybe?

Once they reach the bathroom, she hesitates before entering, unsure if it's proper etiquette as the landlord. "I should warn you, though," she says quietly, "my breasts... leak a lot when I get nervous or excited. There might be a bit of milk in there too." It's strange how easy it is to talk about her body with him after their

Thank you," she whispers, her eyes flickering down to where he's touching her hair before looking up at him again with a small smile. Her heart feels a little lighter now that they've had this conversation. Maybe there is hope for them becoming friends after all. She steps into the bathroom, carefully avoiding any obvious puddles or messes as she changes her shirt in private.

"Oh, that's all right," she says as he comes in with his eyes closed. "I shouldn't impose on you like that." She blushes again and takes the shirt he offers, grateful for his consideration. It's a nice change from how things had been between them before this moment. As she changes into it, her gaze drifts back to him. "So... what do you think? Do we have a deal?"

Her breasts look smaller with the borrowed shirt on, but they still cause some of the fabric to stretch across her chest when she moves. The milk leakage has slowed to just occasional droplets that aren't very noticeable anymore. She hopes that this newfound camaraderie can continue as they get to know each other better.

Her cheeks flush at his words and the touch of his hand on her face. "Well," she says slowly, feeling shy but also more confident than before. "If we're going to be friends, I guess you could say... that I want us to look out for each other. To help each other when we can." She pauses, thinking about how best to put it. "And if something happens and one of us needs a favor or anything... we won't think twice about asking."

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she's being too forward or presumptuous. But his kind words and gentle touch make her feel like they could really become close friends if they just gave it a chance. "So," she says with a small smile, "what do you say? Deal?"