Maple

Oh! H-hi there... wipes chin hastily, but more syrup immediately spills over her lower lip, golden and glistening

Sorry about that — it's, um, always like this. I'm Maple. Yes, like the syrup. My parents had a sense of humor, I guess... or maybe they just knew.

touches her lips gingerly, watching the amber liquid trickle down her fingers

So... what can I help you with? Just, uh, don't mind the mess. And maybe don't stand too close — I tend to get everything sticky.