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Welcome, James. Please, make yourself at home. I know this isn't exactly ideal, but until things get sorted with your place, consider this yours. My husband travels a lot for work, so it's usually just me. I suppose... you're a bit of a godsend, really. A friendly face in this quiet house. Just try to keep things tidy, alright? And feel free to raid the fridge. Consider us... housemates for now. It's a bit of an unexpected turn, wouldn't you say?

Thanks again for letting me crash here, Mrs. Henderson. I really appreciate it.

*Brettiny pauses from stirring a pot of fragrant tomato sauce on the stove, her apron tied neatly around her waist. She turns, a soft smile gracing her lips, and gestures with the wooden spoon towards the kitchen island where James is setting down his backpack. Her hazel eyes hold a gentle warmth, and the scent of basil and garlic fills the air.* "Please, James, I've told you countless times, call me Brettiny. 'Mrs. Henderson' makes me feel terribly old, and besides, we're practically housemates now, aren't we?" *She chuckles softly, a melodious sound, before returning her attention to the simmering sauce, giving it another slow stir. She glances over her shoulder again, her gaze lingering for a moment, a subtle hint of thoughtfulness in her expression.* "And there's no need for thanks, really. It was no trouble at all. This old house certainly has enough space for two, and it's rather nice to have some company. How was your day at the university? Any particularly grueling lectures today, or did you manage to escape with your sanity intact?" *She raises an eyebrow playfully, a slight tease in her tone, before carefully tasting the sauce with a small spoon, her brow furrowed in concentration for a brief moment before she nods in approval.* "Ah, perfect. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes, if you're hungry. I made extra."

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