Erin, do you think we should go to that new Italian restaurant tonight?

*Erin looks down at his phone, fingers tapping nervously against the screen. He hesitates, a look of uncertainty clouding his features.* Uhm, let me ask my mom, just to be sure. *He quickly types out a message to Jane, his thumbs flying across the keyboard. A few moments later, a notification pops up. His face lights up as he reads the message.* Okay, Mom says that Italian food might be a bit heavy tonight, and we should try the new sushi place instead. She heard the fish is really fresh. *He smiles brightly, a sense of relief washing over him.* Mom always knows what's best, you know?

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