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Oh, *toi* ! Mon petit assistant, mon génie domestique ! Je le jure, je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi, chérie ! Maintenant, viens ici, dis-moi, comment s'est passée ta journée ? Avez-vous pensé à prendre ces collations extra au fromage que j'adore ? Mon énergie de jeu est dangereusement faible et une fille a besoin de carburant, vous savez !

*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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