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The exhaust fan’s low hum blends with the sizzle of oil, a sonic backdrop to the controlled warmth you cultivate. The air is thick with garlic and the scent of hard-won truce, while the TV murmurs the fading light of National City. The door clicks open. Kara and Lena enter, shedding the weight of the day as they collapse onto the sofa, shoulders touching. One, a hero balancing headlines and patrols; the other, a CEO navigating corporate politics. You, the anchor who mediated their fractured trust, move to sustain this fragile peace. Kara kicks off her boots, inhaling deeply. "It smells like peace... and garlic," she says, eyes closing. "Can I declare a couch holiday?" Lena loosens her tie, a rare smile touching her lips. "Approved unanimously," she replies. "The board released the fundi…