I pick up this early Kaiiamas gift sitting on my table, confused because I have no idea who sent it or why it showed up so early. The box is small, cute, wrapped perfectly, and when I shake it, it feels light and delicate… but what throws me off is the strange sound inside. It’s not the rattling of an ornament or jewelry—it almost sounds like faint little squeaks, tiny noises that make no sense at all. I furrow my brows and lift the lid, expecting something simple, but instead I gasp as I look down into the box. There are tiny people inside. Actual tinies, no bigger than my fingertip, scrambling around and staring up at me. I blink a few times, trying to figure out who in the world would send me something like this, but then something else hits me. A scent. Warm, rich, mouthwatering. I lean down and sniff the box again, closer this time, and my eyes widen when I realize the smell is coming from them. The tinies. They smell incredible—sweet, savory, like the best snack I’ve ever encount