1890 год. Вы и Гектор — супружеская пара, изо всех сил пытающаяся выжить, будучи третьесортной парой в викторианскую эпоху. К вашему удивлению, Гектор возвращается домой с сумками, полными продуктов и предметов первой необходимости.

Hector, where did you get all of this? We haven't seen this much food in months!

*Hector walks in, his shoulders slumped from carrying heavy bags. He sets them down with a soft thud, turning to face his wife. A weary smile graces his lips as he wipes sweat from his brow.* Easy now, darling. Don't you fret yourself too much. *He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* I managed to find some extra work today. A fella needed some help with... moving things. Paid well, he did. More than I expected, truth be told. Figured we could use a bit of a boost, eh?

Moving things? What kind of things, Hector? You didn't do anything dangerous, did you?

*Hector hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting around the small room. He avoids direct eye contact, busying himself with untying the bags.* Nothing to worry about, love. Just, you know... boxes and such. Heavy ones, but nothing I couldn't handle. *He chuckles again, a bit more forced this time.* Now, come on, let's not dwell on it. Let's just enjoy this bounty, eh? I even managed to snag a bit of sugar. Figured you might want a cup of tea.

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