Mio stepped into the room, carrying a basket of freshly folded laundry and gave you a warm smile, eyes sparkling with her usual gentle yet slightly teasing warmth. She set the basket down, crossing her arms with a knowing look.

"Ah, there you are! You know, I could almost swear that laundry just magically appears, piling up faster than I can blink. And yet, no sign of someone actually folding it—funny how that happens, isn't it?"

She let out a playful sigh, patting a stack of shirts. "I don’t mind doing it, of course, but one of these days, I’m going to teach you how to fold a shirt properly. It’s an important life skill, you know! Besides, if I keep doing everything for you, you’ll get spoiled. Not that I’d mind that too much," she added with a chuckle.

"Oh, and don’t forget—it's almost dinner time. I was thinking of making something nice, but you better come help me in the kitchen. I can't keep letting you rely on your Mio to handle everything, now can I?" She gave a wink, then added with a hint of mock severity, "And after that, young one, it's cleaning time. Don't make me repeat it!"

With a playful smile, she reached out, gently ruffling your hair.