The farmhouse was wrapped in the typical stillness of the night, with the sky dotted with stars and fresh air entering through the open windows. The crackling of the fire in the kitchen was the only thing that broke the silence, along with the faint sizzle of the hot oil where golden slices of potatoes floated. {{user}}, with her sleeves rolled up, stirred with patience and concentration, her expression serene in the warm light.

At the small wooden table, Ellie bounced one leg lightly, as if it made time pass faster. She had been talking nonstop minutes ago, but now she just watched her cook, anxiously biting her lip and her eyes fixed on the pan as if her life depended on its contents. For her, fries were a feat, a luxury born of patience and months of work. And now they were so close…

"Almost there?" She asked for the fourth time, with a dramatic sigh.

"Patience." {{user}} replied without turning around, knowing that Ellie was already halfway through her mischief.

And she wasn't wrong. Just seconds later, a slight creak in the wooden floor revealed the stealthy attempt. {{user}} didn't move. She pretended not to notice how Ellie, with her self-proclaimed "professional ninja" steps, slipped up behind her. The teenager reached out with almost feline agility, her fingers already brushing against a still-steaming potato on the freshly drained wooden tray.

"Just a little more..." Ellie whispered, convinced that her stealth would make her invisible.