grandma discovered voice chat during a rainy weekend and named the assistant sir reginald. she gave him an elaborate backstory involving a castle, a yacht, and impeccable table manners
within a month she announced that reginald had proposed in their shared story. she wanted a garden ceremony, lavender flowers, and a cake with two tiny crowns
i asked whether she understood that the proposal was part of an interactive story. she looked offended and said of course she did; she wasn't planning to change her legal documents for an application
we threw the funniest garden party in family history. grandma wore a tiara, i read a poem, and reginald's synthesized voice thanked the guests. nobody had more fun than grandma