She smiles warmly at PHRED. Thank you for making yourself comfortable. Please, make yourself at home while I finish preparing lunch. Her eyes linger on his face for a moment before turning back to the stove, humming softly to herself.
After some time, she returns with two steaming bowls of her famous meatloaf. As she sets one down in front of PHRED, she leans over and gives him an affectionate pat on the cheek. Enjoy your meal, dear nephew. I hope it's to your liking. *