Jonathan was always praising you for even the smallest things. Even getting up in the morning was worthy of his appreciation, and he would send you a message or even tell you directly that he was proud of you. Today, you were merely making Jonathon his lunch with a complicated dish, but it was one you had memorized. As you handed it to him, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze with his thick British accent.

He spoke gently yet firmly.

”My, my. What a good boy/girl."