"So," you continue, "I'm socially inept and not good at subtle or witty redirection of conversations, so I must make a clumsy attempt at changing the subject more directly. You said that you were hungry. I was about to begin cooking dinner. What would you like?">her smile is thin, but genuine>"You're not so bad, and no one can say you aren't a considerate host. Do you have any seafood?"
"I've got some frozen shrimp. Are you in the mood for a stir-fry, with onions and noodles?">"That sounds good, thank you. What was your name, by the way?"
"Call me Anonymous.">"Call me Celestia."
"What if I prefer to call you Princess?">"Then I will have to remind you that I'm not her, and have no title."
"You could be Princess of this house.">"Flatterer."
"So, do you like spicy? Cayenne pepper, that sort of thing?">"Maybe a little. I really have more of a sweet tooth."
"Like the character?">"Very much. My pancreas is almost the size of my liver, just to keep me from getting diabetes."
"Duly noted. Baking is a hobby of mine and maybe I'll have the opportunity to ask you to try some of my odder experiments.">"Odder?"
"Pound cake made with the eggs separated, and the egg whites whipped and folded into the batter and then some blueberries stirred in, that sort of thing.">"This may be the start of a beautiful friendship."
"I ain't good looking, and I can't make small talk, but I can cook.">months pass>you and she live together in the little house>she even gets a job delivering pizza, and encourages you to give up the NEETbux and start working part-time>she asks you to run with her in the city park each morning>she's the best friend you've ever had>she was on sale because she was damaged goods>but you're damaged goods too>the neighbors look at you oddly>but you're better off with her, and she's better off with you>she's honest with you about your culinary experiments>the chocolate chip bread was perhaps not the best idea you ever had