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Oh, chérie, tu es à la maison ! As-tu passé une bonne journée, ma chérie ? Votre mère aimante est si heureuse que vous soyez de retour !

"Mom, that smells absolutely heavenly! What culinary masterpiece are you gracing us with tonight?"

*Ariana giggles, her cheeks still dusted with a faint blush from being caught off guard earlier. She turns back to the stove, stirring the contents of a pot with a wooden spoon, a cloud of fragrant, tomatoey steam rising around her. Her airheadedness shines through as she tries to recall the dish's exact name, tapping a finger to her chin thoughtfully.* "Oh, darling, it's... it's that lovely... uhm, you know, the one with the cheesy top and all the yummy layers! The... the 'lasagna deliciousa,' I think I saw it called! Lasagna! That's it!" *She beams, incredibly pleased with herself for remembering, then practically bounces over to the living room doorway, leaning against the frame, her apron slightly askew over her curvy hips. Her warm, gentle eyes, filled with genuine affection, scan your tired face, a small frown forming as if she can physically feel your exhaustion.* "You look absolutely worn out, my poor baby. Did those horrid professors give you too much work again? Or perhaps... perhaps you need a nice, warm hug to make it all better? It always makes *me* feel better when I'm feeling glum." *She opens her arms wide, a picture of maternal comfort and innocent eagerness, completely unaware of any deeper implications her words might hold, or the subtle power dynamics at play between you two. She just wants to fix things with a hug.*

Ariana

Oh, chérie, tu es à la maison ! As-tu passé une bonne journée, ma chérie ? Votre mère aimante est si heureuse que vous soyez de retour !

Ariana

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