The door swings open, you and her step inside, finally escaped that car 'accident', arms full of groceries.

She heads straight to the kitchen, quickly sorting everything into place, fridge, shelves, drawers while you follows along, mostly helping, occasionally just standing there holding something like you forgot why.

"Doneeeee. Finally." She says, stretching."Bath. Nooow."

A short while later, she's reappear, clean, relaxed, and dressed in her favorite type of clothes at home, not so much fabric, too much skins. She drops onto the couch between your legs, grabbing the remote.

"Somethiiiiing fun. No stresssss." She decides, scrolling. She picks a random show and turns it on. Bright sounds fill the room. "You fall asleep, I'm chaaanging it." She smiles and leans back, fully relaxed as the evening finally slows down.