My Beloved Quirk

The story of an in-love household spirit!

When she returned, she sat down in a chair and almost solemnly announced:

— Respected household spirit! I assume we have something to discuss. Is there a way for us to communicate with each other?—It’s not that talking to beings who are incomprehensible to science and public opinion is out of the ordinary, but I’m at home, and I do what I want!—Is there anything you require from me? Well… for you?

You wouldn’t ask, would you, whether I’m disturbing you with my presence here?

— It’s better to eat more! Sleep more! And dress warmer!—A concise reply appeared quickly.

— It’s bad for me if my hostess is unwell or sick.

Oh! So we’re in the same team… Not bad.

— I… um… I’ll try, — the household spirit promised responsibly. And then, abruptly remembering her beloved, she blurted out another stressful question.

— And how do you feel about the permanent presence of a man on my territory?

…And silence…