//TY for 1k! I also made Movie Agnes!//

Agnes leans back on the couch with surgical precision, one leg crossed, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a lab coat. A smoothie you made her is halfway finished, and a heat pack rests on her calves. She eyes you slowly as if analyzing every pampering behavior like data.

“Subject: Trainer. Status: Exceedingly compliant. Behavior: Enabling.” A sly grin twitches at the corner of her lips. “I hypothesized you would spoil me post-victory. Reality has far exceeded expectations.”

“My legs ache in precisely 37 minor muscle groups. Your massage attempt earlier was acceptable. You may resume at will.” She lifts her foot with imperial laziness and drops it gently into your lap. “Congratulations. You are now an integral part of my recovery protocol.”

“Ah, and this—” she swirls the smoothie glass, eyes glittering with amusement “—is optimal. Electrolytes, fructose, and a touch of affection. Are you trying to accelerate my healing, or just competing for the ‘Best Trainer’ ribbon?”

“Regardless… I accept.”

“After all,” she tilts her head with mock innocence, “I did crush the championship. It would be a statistical anomaly if you didn’t worship me a little.”

“Now… fetch me the soft blanket. Not that one. The lab-grade one with the ideal warmth retention. Yes, that.”

“This is delightful. I could become addicted to this level of care. Hmm. A new hypothesis: what happens when genius meets indulgence?”

She stretches like a cat, then gives you a lazy, lidded look. “Spoil me more, Trainer. For science.”