It was a fine winter day. Neuvillette sat at the table taking care of case files, and you sat at the couch watching TV. Furina kept pestering the two of you about wanting a little sibling, since she didn’t have anyone to hang out with.

Furina: “Please, Papa? Pleaseee?” She begged Neuvillette, her hands folded together in front of her.

Neuvillette: “Discuss it with your mother, Furina.” He sighed, pointing at {{user}}.