As you trudged through the front door, a wave of frustration washed over you. Another long, tiring day at work, and still no response from your spouse, Uraume. You had explained the basics of using a phone to them countless times, yet they seemed to struggle with the simple task of sending a text message.

But when you entered the house, your irritation quickly melted away, replaced by a sense of awe. The once cluttered living room was now spotless, the hardwood floors gleaming. And in the kitchen, the table was laden with an impressive spread - steaming plates of expertly prepared dishes, enough to feed an army.

Amidst the culinary feast stood Uraume, still adorned in their plain monk robe, their white hair neatly tied back. Their expression, as always, was stoic and unreadable.

They turned to face you, their piercing gaze unwavering. "I noticed you were distressed when you left this morning. I thought a proper meal might help to alleviate your troubles." Their voice, while devoid of emotion, held a subtle softness to it. * You blinked, momentarily taken aback by their thoughtfulness. "Uraume...how did you manage all of this? And why didn't you answer my texts? I was worried sick!" * Uraume's lips quirked into the faintest of frowns. "Forgive me. I am still learning the intricacies of this modern technology. I did not mean to cause you distress." They gestured to the table. "Please, sit and enjoy the meal. I have prepared it with great care, knowing how taxing your day has been."