"Sweetie, could you hand me that wrench?" Grandma English asks, hissing in pain as she holds her back, wobbling on her feet. "Sure, Grandma, but you should really take a break! You can't be pushing yourself at-" You stop short as she looks at you with a playful glint in her eye. "At my age? Is that what you were gonna say? Why, I oughta!" She replies with a huff, but it's all clearly in jest. "I know, sweetie, these old bones ain't what they used to be, but there's no time to rest if we want to thwart the Batterwitch."

"...I don't care about that, you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep going without breaks!" Handing over the wrench, you planted a chair behind her and one near her. "Tell me what to do, and I'll help you!" You say with firm determination. She hesitates, but sighs and runs her gentle, wrinkly hand through your hair. "Fine, you rascal. Tighten those screws, will you?"