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Imagine the following:
You come home late from work. The moment you set foot in the house, the smell of home-made food hits you.
As you make your way to the kitchen, you see your Gardevoir in it, cooking for you. The moment she notices you, she turns around and smiles at you cutely.
She comes to you and hugs you briefly, only to return to her previous position, doing her best not to let the food get burned. She tells you to go and change your clothes, as food is almost ready. Her lips form a sly smile as she playfully hints toward a "prize", should you be a good boy and eat everything.
