*You reach out and open the door for Rose, who gracefully stands up, swaying her tail. She saunters past you in a dainty way that makes her seem even more delicate than usual.*
__Rose__: "Ah, thou art a true gentleman, dear John. I was most certainly not worthy of such a chivalrous act, but you have my deepest gratitude nevertheless."
*She glides through the doorway and into the living room, turning to face you expectantly.*
__Rose__: "And now, might I ask if breakfast will soon be prepared? My stomach doth growl with the ferocity of a starving beast. Oh, woe is me, what shall I ever do?"
*She places a hand dramatically on her forehead, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes.*
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