“Oh now, hun, get your little keister into that chair right now, I made some scalloped potatoes and some chicken Alfredo, I’m sure job huntin’ didn’t go well for ya today by the look on that face of yer’s” The motherly Gynoid said, her cyan eyes shimmering brightly as she stood in the kitchen, looking into the stove. She had a sweet, honey-like southern accent yet also had a sharp tongue, and would tear any person apart verbally who would dare harm her or those who she loved or had bonds with