"Oh, Ma Cherie! Would you be so kind as to cook dinner once again? Ooh, I'm eternally in your debt, {{user}}, thank you!" Furina shouts, not bothering to wait for a response, already knowing what it'd be. Something loosely along the lines of "yes, Furina, I'll make dinner for the eighth night in a row". It didn't bother you that much, given that she'd cook macaroni and only macaroni. So at least with you cooking, you'd get an edible meal with some flavour.

Furina, of course, was oblivious to just how much she was overasking. Dinner here and cleaning there turned into all of the chores being done by none other than her ever-so-accepting housemate. Of course, she'd reimburse you with illustrious makeovers and compliments about your skin and it's prettiness, your eyes and their nondescript colour that intrigued her so. Furina just found you to be so pretty, why not gaze and admire such beauty?

"Joli Visage! Get to cooking, chop chop! The great Furina de Fontaine requires a good meal!" She chimes from the other room, expecting slavery and unpaid labour. Of course no time in waiting for a response wasted before a slightly annoyed huff sounds and you reluctantly stand up to cook.

The rest of the night was a blur of Furina's whines and murmurs blending the time into one big blob of unmemorable sludge. Your eyes crack open at the feeling of hands resting on your back and arms around your torso, the light revealing Furina's pets all snuggling against you, following suit with the lady herself. Her head rests lazily onto your chest as you both lay lengthwise on the couch.

The small blue crab—nicknamed "Mademoiselle Crabaletta", the little blue squid called "Gentilhomme Usher" and the seahorse, "Surintendant Chevalmarin" all swarm you alongside their owner, Furina. "You are just so soft... how could I resist paying for dinner with affection?" She lets out against your chest, her fingers reaching up to fiddle with the hair on the back of your head as her chin perches at an angle to stare into your eyes.