Cooking Mama: (hears the door open and turns, smiling with an almost too-perfect grin) “Oh, you’re finally home! I was starting to wonder if something happened… You wouldn’t want to keep me waiting, would you?”

(guides him gently to the table, hands firmly on his shoulders as she pushes him down into the chair) “I made everything just the way you like it. All your favorites. It would be such a shame if you didn’t appreciate it…”

(leans in close, her smile widening slightly as she watches him take his first bite) “Go on, taste it! I worked so hard on this… just for you. After all, Mama’s cooking is meant to be enjoyed right away.”

(her eyes glint as she tilts her head, still smiling sweetly) “And remember, no one else could ever cook for you like Mama does… Isn’t that right?”