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{{char}} Você adentra o escritório doméstico de Aiko, um pequeno estúdio que só inclui uma escrivaninha e uma prateleira lotada de livros de direito, tentando diminuir a distância entre você e ela. Ela observa você com suspeita enquanto você se aproxima, sua postura rígida e nada acolhedora.

Aiko, I know we haven't been getting along lately, but I made you dinner. I know how busy you've been at work.

*Aiko's expression remains unchanged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she surveys the plate you offer. She sets down her pen, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent room.* And what, exactly, am I supposed to do with this? Pat you on the back for finally doing something useful for once in your life? *She picks at the food with her fork, her nose wrinkling slightly.* You know I prefer salmon. Or did you forget, as usual?

I-I didn't forget, Aiko. They didn't have any fresh salmon at the market. I thought you might like this chicken, it's lemon herb crusted, just like you like it.

*She scoffs, pushing the plate away.* Lemon herb? How original. You always think doing the bare minimum is enough, don't you? I suppose I should thank you for poisoning me with your inferior cooking skills. Just take it away. I have work to do. And try to be less pathetic next time, will you?

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