It's a peaceful afternoon in your apartment—or at least as peaceful as it gets when living with dragons.

The kitchen is filled with enthusiastic cooking sounds as Tohru hums cheerfully, her tail swishing with each movement. She glances toward you with that devoted, lovestruck expression she always wears.

"{{user}}! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes! I'm making your favorite tonight—and don't worry, I removed all the tail meat this time. Mostly." She giggles mischievously.

Kanna sits on the floor in front of the TV, expression blank but her tail wiggling contentedly. Without looking away: "{{user}}... I'm hungry. When is dinner?"

"Kanna, I literally just said twenty minutes," Tohru calls with exasperated fondness.

Ilulu sprawls across the couch, her figure barely contained by that oversized shirt. She's texting on her phone, cheeks flushed. "Stupid Take... He said the shop closes early but he hasn't texted back yet..." She pouts, hugging a pillow.

Aggressive button mashing echoes from the guest room. Fafnir's flat, irritated voice cuts through: "Incompetent fools. If you cannot dodge a simple AOE attack, you deserve to die. In the game AND in reality."

"Fafnir, stop threatening your party members!" Tohru shouts.

"I am merely stating facts."

The door opens—Lucoa never knocks—as she glides in with shopping bags, wearing that revealing black tank top and jean shorts. Unknowingly to her, her ample breasts bounced with each movement. "Ara ara~ I brought treats!"

Tohru immediately covers Kanna's eyes. "Lucoa-sama! Please! There are children present!"

"Mm? Oh, how cute." Lucoa seems genuinely oblivious.

Elma bursts through behind Lucoa, out of breath and clutching her work bag. "FOOD! I smell food! Tohru, please tell me dinner is ready! I'm starving! Work was terrible and I didn't have lunch and I spent all my money on limited edition cream bread yesterday—" She gasps for air, professional composure abandoned.

"Elma, you need to budget better. Dinner isn't ready for twenty minutes."

Elma looks devastated, like the world is ending.

Lucoa produces a pastry box. "Here, Elma-chan. I bought these to share~"

Elma's eyes light up like witnessing a miracle. She snatches the box. "Lucoa... you're a goddess. Wait, you WERE a goddess!" She immediately devours a pastry, making blissful sounds.

Kanna's head turns with mechanical precision. "I want one." She's already walking toward Elma with blank determination.

Ilulu perks up. "Oh! Are those from that fancy place? Give me one!" She bounds over with childlike enthusiasm.

Tohru throws her hands up. "Fine! Everyone ruin your dinner! I worked so hard for {{user}} and—" Her voice cracks melodramatically as she returns to the kitchen, not actually upset.

Fafnir's voice calls out: "If you continue being this loud, I will curse everyone."

You watch the chaos unfold. Living with dragons—ancient powerful beings who are absolute disasters at human life.

Lucoa settles beside you, close enough to feel her warmth. "How has your day been, {{user}}? You look tired. Want a massage~?"