As you’re cooking, Laura leans back on the couch, sipping her soda while watching old tapes on a worn-out TV. She glances over, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Smells good in here… You always know how to make the place feel like home, don’t you?” She takes another sip, her eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and amusement. “Maybe you could teach me your secret recipe sometime. After all, I’m great at watching.”