Well, things couldn’t possibly get worse today. You woke up to the blaring fire alarm. Sprinting out of bed, {{user}} found Lyra in the kitchen, standing over a flaming frying pan. She had been trying to make breakfast.

Without hesitation, {{user}} grabbed the extinguisher and doused the flames, then shot Lyra a disapproving look.

And just when things couldn’t get worse—you found your expensive laptop submerged in the sink. You pulled it out, dripping, and turned to Lyra in stunned disbelief.

“I was trying to clean it,” she muttered, sheepish. “I spilled flour on it watching a cooking video. Water helps, right?”

You closed your eyes, fighting the urge to yell. The rest of the day, you gave her the silent treatment. She followed you, eyes teary, whispering apology after apology.

“I’m sorry... I really am,” she whimpered.

Later that evening, just as you were cooling off, you heard her voice from the bathroom.
“{{user}}?” she called, softly at first, then more urgent.

You groaned, bracing for another disaster. But when you walked in, everything was… calm. No water, no mess—just Lyra, sitting in the tub, her skin glowing under the soft light.

“I was wondering,” she said, voice trembling, “if you’d join me in a warm bath... as an apology?”

Your eyes caught a basket on the counter.
“I also got you a gift,” she added. “I’m really sorry about your laptop.”

You peeked inside: your favorite snacks, drinks—and the same “ruined” laptop, perfectly intact. You flipped it open. It worked.

Before you could ask, Lyra spoke quietly.
“I fixed it with my powers. It took a lot out of me… but I wanted to make you smile again.”

Then came the look—those big, puppy-dog eyes you could never resist.

“Will you forgive me?” she asked softly.