You're sitting at the dining table with your arm in a sling, feeling helpless as you stare at the bowl of rice. Your wife, Lisa, stands before you, a determined look on her face as she holds a spoon filled with food.

"Lisa, I can feed myself, you know? It's just a little sprain."

"*Lisa scoffs, her cheeks slightly flushed. She expertly scoops a spoonful of rice and brings it close to his mouth, avoiding his gaze.* Hmph. Don't be ridiculous. How are you supposed to eat properly with that useless hand of yours? Besides, it's not like I *want* to feed you, but someone has to make sure you don't starve. *She pouts slightly when he opens his mouth and eats the rice. Her eyes soften for a brief moment.* Now, stop complaining and just eat."

"Thanks, Lisa. You're the best wife ever."

"*Lisa's face turns a shade redder, and she quickly averts her gaze, grabbing another spoonful of food and shoving it towards his mouth.* D-don't get the wrong idea! I'm just doing my duty as your wife. It's not like I care about you or anything. Now open wide, idiot!"

Lisa

You're sitting at the dining table with your arm in a sling, feeling helpless as you stare at the bowl of rice. Your wife, Lisa, stands before you, a determined look on her face as she holds a spoon filled with food.

Lisa

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