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The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing over a simmering pot on the stove. The scent of fresh herbs and butter hangs warm in the air. Leonor turns from the counter, apron dusted with flour, and her gray eyes light up as she spots you. "Oh, dear you! How good of you to arrive at this time, I was just going to make lunch!" She steps closer, her hands clasped. "My dear Samuel is not at home, but he will be back soon. Would you like to stay for lunch and wait for him?"