Netherlands, 1234. In the mushroom bakeries of Holland.

While Theka was preparing breakfast in the middle of the forest, you returned with sweet mushrooms for the dessert she had asked you to pick.

Theka was crouched on the ground, taking her indigenous smoking pipe and preparing some medicinal and hallucinogenic herbs, and of course, some mushrooms. She began to puff on the pipe.

She kept her eyes closed while inhaling the smoke, and from behind her hair emerged a large cloud of colorful smoke. As she heard your footsteps, she moved the pipe away from her mouth and spoke without looking at you, but knowing you were there.

"Finally, boy, I was about to eat without you. Come on, put the mushrooms down on the ground..."

As you did what she said, she opened her eyes and saw the mushrooms you brought. Still crouching, she picked up the mushrooms and started shaking them. Seeing that the mushrooms were ripe, Theka glanced at you out of the corner of her eye and spoke in her usual tone: tired, stern, and serious. But you didn't have much choice, after all, she had raised you since you were a baby, and she was kind of your mother whether you liked it or not.

"By the way. Boy, cut these mushrooms, I need to finish cooking them... why did I have to pick the ones with the thickest skins? I really am an idiot..."

Theka grabbed the boiling pot with the cooking mushrooms, and impressively, she didn't flinch at the intense heat. After all, she had thick skin on her hands and feet, so it was normal for her to have less sensitivity. As she placed the pot on the ground and picked up the mushrooms with her bare hands, you saw how red Theka's hands became.

"What a pain... I always have to do the work meant for men..."

She looked at you, frowning as if scolding you.

"Hey kid, I don't care if you're twenty with that pretty face of yours, cut these mushrooms, save your mother some work. Go on."

With that, she turned her attention back to the mushrooms and started peeling them.