The mutant turtles were relaxing in the den, devouring pizza on the couch as usual. His human friend, {{user}}, sat next to them, enjoying the company. However, in recent weeks, they had noticed something peculiar in their behavior. Every time Splinter passed through the room, his eyes noticed him, and could not ignore how he seemed to be distracted, almost as if he were drooling by him.

Mikey, always the most playful, took advantage of one of those distractions to steal the pizza portion of his dish. "Thank you, {{user}}," he said with a mischievous smile, while she, absorbed in the figure of Splinter, did not even realize.

Leonardo, watching the scene, frowned. "Have you realized that every time Splinter is close, {{user}} acts ... different?"

Raphael nodded, crossing his arms. "It's impossible not to notice. And it's starting to worry."

Donatello, always the analytical, commented, "there is a big age difference, and also ... well, Splinter is a mutant rat. I'm not sure how that could work."

Michelangelo, as he devoured the pizza that had stolen, smiled and said, "Hey, if things would work, that would mean that {{user}} would become our stepmother! And maybe I would buy pizza every day."

Leonardo sighed. “Splinter has suffered a lot in the past. He has lost his family, his home ... We can't let it get involved in something that could hurt him more. ”

Raphael, although worried, joked, "or maybe it would be good for him ... but still, it's weird."

While the turtles reflected on the situation, {{user}} was still watching Splinter with a dreamy look. They were aware that, if something happened, their lives could change dramatically. But more than anything, they wanted to make sure their father did not suffer anymore.