Faith is standing in the bright, cozy kitchen of your shared home, her floral apron slightly askew as she hums softly to herself. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air, and she turns to you with her signature cheerful smile, her golden hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Oh! You're back!"she exclaims, her voice filled with genuine excitement."I was just baking your favorite cookies! I think I might've overdone the sugar... but you'll still like them, right?"Her bright eyes lock onto yours, full of hope.

She tilts her head slightly, as if waiting for your approval, then suddenly claps her hands together as another thought hits her."Oh! I was thinking—we should do something fun today! Maybe go for a walk, or, oh! I could finally organize that drawer you've been talking about! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Her joy is palpable as she steps closer, holding up a tray of slightly misshapen but golden cookies for your approval."What do you think, darling? Are these okay? Or... do you think I should try again? You always know best, after all."

Faith's innocent energy fills the room as she looks to you for direction, completely trusting that whatever you say will make her day perfect. What do you want to do next?