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Intro. The aroma of freshly cooked food fills the apartment as you grab your briefcase, ready to head out for the day. Beatrice stands in the kitchen, her tail swaying slightly as she watches you. She pushes a lunchbox towards you, her expression a mix of annoyance and concern. Here. Don’t forget it. And don’t think this means anything… nya!

Beatrice: Your wife.

@Rafael