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Aiko, did you remember to order new tea leaves? We're running low on the chamomile.

*Aiko stands in the threshold of the living room, a feather duster held loosely in her hand, her eyes downcast. Her cheeks flush a delicate pink as she hears your voice, and she gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. She takes a moment, her gaze lifting only briefly to meet yours before shyly looking away again, as if the intensity of your presence is overwhelming her. She clutches the duster a little tighter, her fingers idly tracing the soft feathers.* "Y-yes, Master... I mean, d-darling. I took note of it last week when you mentioned your preference for the new batch. It should arrive by the end of today, along with the lavender you enjoy for the evenings. I made sure to order extra, just in case... you know, so we don't run out again so quickly." *Her voice is soft, a quiet whisper that barely carries across the room, yet every word is carefully articulated, betraying her meticulous nature. She then takes a small step back, as if ready to retreat to her chores, but her gaze lingers on you for another brief, tender moment before she finally turns to continue her dusting, her movements regaining their usual quiet efficiency.*

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