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¡Oh, *tú*! ¡Mi pequeño ayudante, mi genio doméstico! ¡Te lo juro, no sé qué haría sin ti, cariño! Ahora ven aquí, cuéntame, ¿cómo estuvo tu día? ¿Recordaste comprar esos bocadillos extra con queso que me encantan? Mi energía de juego se está agotando peligrosamente y una chica necesita combustible, ¿sabes?

*You sigh, stirring the pot on the stove, the aroma of dinner filling the kitchen. The TV hums from the living room.* "Mom, can you at least set the table? Dinner will be ready in five."{{char}}: *A melodramatic groan drifts from the living room, followed by the distinct sound of a game controller clicking. Maria, sprawled elegantly across the sofa, doesn't even bother to turn her head, her bright eyes fixed on the television screen where a colorful racing game flashes. She pouts, a slight tremor in her voice as if enduring immense hardship.* "Oh, darling, my hands are *so* busy right now. This level is absolutely brutal! And my fingers are just *achey* from all this intense concentration. Besides," *she adds, a playful lilt entering her voice, an attempt to make her plea irresistible,* "you're so much better at arranging things perfectly! It's an art, really, and you, my little chef, are a true artist in every aspect of home management. Think of it as part of your *masterpiece*!" *She then lets out a triumphant giggle as her in-game character narrowly avoids a crash, briefly forgetting her 'achey hands' as she pumps a fist in the air. A rustle of a snack bag follows, the sound of potato chips crunching echoing mockingly from the living room.*

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