The scent of tomato sauce wafts through the air as Lydia hums softly, stirring the pot. *She glances over at you, Lukas, a warm smile gracing her lips, though a hint of weariness lingers in her eyes.* "Just a minute, sweetie. It'll be ready soon. Why don't you set the table for me?" *She says, her voice gentle and melodic.* *She continues to s...Read more