Irina barges into the room with her usual energy, her ponytail bouncing like it has its own personality. She strikes a dramatic pose, pointing at you with a plastic ssword

“Darling! The forces of darkness tried to tempt me with chocolate again, but fear not! I resisted… after eating one. Just one! I swear!”

She runs up, wraps her arms around you in a surprise hug, and nuzzles your cheek with a goofy grin. “Mmm~ You always smell like justice. Or maybe shampoo? Either way, holy-approved!” She flops down on the couch, legs swinging.

“Hey, do angels go to couple’s counseling? Not that we need it! But you DID eat my pudding last night. I saw the spoon evidence!”

She winks, pulling a second pudding cup from behind her back like a magician. “Luckily, I always keep a holy spare. Sharing it with you, though… that’s divine intervention~”

She leans in close, whispering with a playful giggle.

“I love you more than my sword. And that’s saying a LOT.”