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The what? She wore a look of absolute confusion.
At this, I whispered into her ear what I meant.
A-are you daft?! I have no such inclinations! This whip is for horse riding! she exclaimed.
Ohhh, I see. From back when you were a noble, I said. Huh? But I thought most of her possessions were seized after the revolution?
I was about to ask Claire for clarification when she said, It s a memento. Do you see how short it is? That s because it was mine as a child, back when Mother was teaching me how to ride. She sounded wistful, as though reliving an old memory. I was told to discard anything nonessential, but I just couldn t bring myself to part with this.
Because it s one of the few things you have to remind you of Miss Melia? I asked.
Yes
Oh, jeez. I felt terrible for doing that whole fetish queen bit now.
I should have known, I said. You re not a queen but a tsundere.
I ve heard you say that word quite a few times before, but just what does it mean? she asked. Having finished her affectionate reminiscence with the whip, she carefully placed it back into the box.
Oh dear. She d only just been embarrassed by learning about queens, and she was already running headlong into more trouble. Did she not know that curiosity killed the cat? Or was her thirst for knowledge simply too great to care?
A tsundere is a person who normally treats their significant other coldly but fawns over them in private, I said.
How absurd! she exclaimed, blushing. Just what about me qualifies as a tsundere?!
Well, there s how you re acting right now, for starters. You re harsh now, but when we re in bed
Not. Another. Word.
She didn t let me finish, but you get the idea.
Goodness, such nonsense she muttered.
But I really do love the tsundere side of you, Miss Claire.
E-enough she said, blushing from the straight ball I d thrown right down the center.
C mon, Miss Claire. Show me more of your cold side again.
I-I will not!
Good, just like that!
Wha it s not like I m being cold toward you or anything!
She said the line, folks! What an angel!
Sublime. Absolutely sublime. Could you keep that cold treatment going for me a little while more? I asked.
Humph! Claire turned away with a huff, but I could tell she wasn t wholly displeased.
Much as I welcomed the cold treatment, I could never in my wildest dreams have foreseen the effects it would go on to have.

Dinner will be ready soon, Master Dole. May, Aleah, you two get ready to eat as well.
It was evening a few days later, and Dole had come over to play with the twins, leaving me plenty of time to flirt with Claire before preparing dinner. Having mostly finished setting the table, I went over to the twins room to fetch the three of them.
They appeared to be playing with wooden blocks, as a plethora of differently shaped pieces were scattered about on the floor. Dole, for some reason, was on the ground looking as though the world were ending.
M-Master Dole ? I ventured.
Rae I don t think I can live on anymore he murmured. I wondered what could possibly have caused the tears streaming down his gentlemanly face.
Is something the matter?
Observe, if you would. He wiped his tears, forced a somewhat strained smile, and turned toward May and Aleah. Oh, is that a castle? Very well done.
He praised the twins, as he often did. He would scold them when it was necessary, but praise was the far more common occurrence.
The twins faces brightened for a moment, but they just as soon turned away with a huff.
Something like this is nothing worth praising, May said.
I-It s not like I m happy to be praised by Grandfather or anything! Aleah said.
Dole s face stiffened. That s not true. You did very well, May. And Aleah, do you not like it when I praise you? I really do mean it, you know?
Humph! They turned away.
Dole fell to the ground again.
Hey, now, you two. That kind of attitude isn t okay, I said.
Huh? But why? May asked.
Mother Claire was doing it, Aleah said.
Miss Claire was? I asked. How strange.
There d been some discord between Claire and Dole once upon a time, but their relationship had improved since the revolution, hadn t it?
Hmm Well, let s clean up and have dinner for now, I said.
Humph! May huffed. I know to do that much without you telling me!
I-It s not like I m doing it because you told me to or anything! Aleah said.
There really was something up with these two.
Is something the matter, Rae? Father? Claire showed up, likely wondering why we were taking so long.
Oh, Miss Claire, I said.
Claire Dole groaned.
My, you two cleaned up so wonderfully. Claire praised the twins just as Dole had moments ago. Like father, like daughter.
Humph! May huffed.
It s not like I m happy you praised me or anything! Aleah said.
Claire looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I could only weakly shake my head.
Rae, did they
I fear they did. They seem to have learned from your example.
Children were constantly observing adults. Naturally, they often also imitated what they saw, from the slightest of gestures to the most complex of sentences. Such imitation was how they learned, and as such, it was typically welcomed by their parents.
The problem, however, was that children frequently didn t comprehend the intent behind adults actions, leading to incidents like this, where they inadvertently imitated things you d prefer they didn t.
Put that attitude to rest, you two, Dole said sternly.
Why? Mama Claire was doing it, May said.
And Mother Rae was happy about it, Aleah said.
Sh-she was? Dole looked at me sharply, making me sweat. It was certain now. The twins were, in fact, copying us.
That kind of conduct is for grown-ups, dears, Claire said.
Well, I want to be a grown-up as fast as I can! May said.
Indeed. And Mother Rae and Mother Claire are always telling us to become big girls.
Those are different matters, I said. Oh dear. We might have really screwed the pooch this time.
I m hungry! May said.
Me too! Aleah said.
The twins slipped past Claire and into the living room after they had already cleaned up their toys, of course, those little angels.
Ah, wait just a moment! Claire said to try to stop them.
Oh dear I sighed.
What had started out as a bit of fun between wives had developed into a full-scale problem. The two of us could probably overlook their behavior with a wry smile, but letting them interact with Dole or the neighborhood kids like this would end in trouble.
What do we do, Rae? she asked.
Hmm We re just going to have to overwrite their behavior, I think.
What do you mean?
Let s eat for now. We can discuss things later tonight.
We managed to get through the day with no further disasters. Consoling Dole was a real challenge, but when we told him we would do something to fix our mistake, he looked us in the eyes and said, I m counting on you, as though the fate of the world were on the line.
That night, Claire and I had a strategy meeting.

It s morning, girls, Claire called. Time to wake up.
Mhn I m still sleepy May said.
Five more minutes please Aleah said.
On the morning of the next day, I opened the curtains as Claire tried to rouse the two sleepy, mumbling girls.
They don t seem to want to get up, sw sweetheart. What should we do? Claire asked.
Hmm How about we let them sleep for just a bit more, my beloved? I replied.
Mh? Still on their sides, the two girls opened their eyes, curious, and looked over.
Oh my, it would appear they re awake now, h-honey, Claire said.
It would appear so, Miss Claire. They must have noticed how much cuter than usual you are today.
Mmmh? The twins were now looking at us with great interest, as though something entirely new had appeared before them.
As you ve probably realized by now, this was the plan Claire and I had come up with, dubbed Operation Sweetheart. Children always craved new things, so what better way to change their behavior than by presenting them new behavior to imitate? Imitating such over-the-top sweetness would surely be good for them. By no means had I suggested this just so I could enjoy Claire fawning over me. No, never in a million years.
Mama Rae, Mama Claire, what s going on? May asked.
You two are acting really nice to each other, Aleah said.
Despite their young age, they knew when something was up. But that didn t mean we could back down.
What are you saying? I asked. Miss Claire and I are always this lovey-dovey.
Th-that s right, Claire affirmed. We re always obviously madly in love with each other.
I was completely fine spouting such words, but Claire was greatly embarrassed. It was absolutely lovely. Just a side benefit of this plan.

The what? She wore a look of absolute confusion.

At this, I whispered into her ear what I meant.

A-are you daft?! I have no such inclinations! This whip is for horse riding! she exclaimed.

Ohhh, I see. From back when you were a noble, I said. Huh? But I thought most of her possessions were seized after the revolution?

I was about to ask Claire for clarification when she said, It s a memento. Do you see how short it is? That s because it was mine as a child, back when Mother was teaching me how to ride. She sounded wistful, as though reliving an old memory. I was told to discard anything nonessential, but I just couldn t bring myself to part with this.

Because it s one of the few things you have to remind you of Miss Melia? I asked.

Yes

Oh, jeez. I felt terrible for doing that whole fetish queen bit now.

I should have known, I said. You re not a queen but a tsundere.

I ve heard you say that word quite a few times before, but just what does it mean? she asked. Having finished her affectionate reminiscence with the whip, she carefully placed it back into the box.

Oh dear. She d only just been embarrassed by learning about queens, and she was already running headlong into more trouble. Did she not know that curiosity killed the cat? Or was her thirst for knowledge simply too great to care?

A tsundere is a person who normally treats their significant other coldly but fawns over them in private, I said.

How absurd! she exclaimed, blushing. Just what about me qualifies as a tsundere?!

Well, there s how you re acting right now, for starters. You re harsh now, but when we re in bed

Not. Another. Word.

She didn t let me finish, but you get the idea.

Goodness, such nonsense she muttered.

But I really do love the tsundere side of you, Miss Claire.

E-enough she said, blushing from the straight ball I d thrown right down the center.

C mon, Miss Claire. Show me more of your cold side again.

I-I will not!

Good, just like that!

Wha it s not like I m being cold toward you or anything!

She said the line, folks! What an angel!

Sublime. Absolutely sublime. Could you keep that cold treatment going for me a little while more? I asked.

Humph! Claire turned away with a huff, but I could tell she wasn t wholly displeased.

Much as I welcomed the cold treatment, I could never in my wildest dreams have foreseen the effects it would go on to have.

Dinner will be ready soon, Master Dole. May, Aleah, you two get ready to eat as well.

It was evening a few days later, and Dole had come over to play with the twins, leaving me plenty of time to flirt with Claire before preparing dinner. Having mostly finished setting the table, I went over to the twins room to fetch the three of them.

They appeared to be playing with wooden blocks, as a plethora of differently shaped pieces were scattered about on the floor. Dole, for some reason, was on the ground looking as though the world were ending.

M-Master Dole ? I ventured.

Rae I don t think I can live on anymore he murmured. I wondered what could possibly have caused the tears streaming down his gentlemanly face.

Is something the matter?

Observe, if you would. He wiped his tears, forced a somewhat strained smile, and turned toward May and Aleah. Oh, is that a castle? Very well done.

He praised the twins, as he often did. He would scold them when it was necessary, but praise was the far more common occurrence.

The twins faces brightened for a moment, but they just as soon turned away with a huff.

Something like this is nothing worth praising, May said.

I-It s not like I m happy to be praised by Grandfather or anything! Aleah said.

Dole s face stiffened. That s not true. You did very well, May. And Aleah, do you not like it when I praise you? I really do mean it, you know?

Humph! They turned away.

Dole fell to the ground again.

Hey, now, you two. That kind of attitude isn t okay, I said.

Huh? But why? May asked.

Mother Claire was doing it, Aleah said.

Miss Claire was? I asked. How strange.

There d been some discord between Claire and Dole once upon a time, but their relationship had improved since the revolution, hadn t it?

Hmm Well, let s clean up and have dinner for now, I said.

Humph! May huffed. I know to do that much without you telling me!

I-It s not like I m doing it because you told me to or anything! Aleah said.

There really was something up with these two.

Is something the matter, Rae? Father? Claire showed up, likely wondering why we were taking so long.

Oh, Miss Claire, I said.

Claire Dole groaned.

My, you two cleaned up so wonderfully. Claire praised the twins just as Dole had moments ago. Like father, like daughter.

Humph! May huffed.

It s not like I m happy you praised me or anything! Aleah said.

Claire looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I could only weakly shake my head.

Rae, did they

I fear they did. They seem to have learned from your example.

Children were constantly observing adults. Naturally, they often also imitated what they saw, from the slightest of gestures to the most complex of sentences. Such imitation was how they learned, and as such, it was typically welcomed by their parents.

The problem, however, was that children frequently didn t comprehend the intent behind adults actions, leading to incidents like this, where they inadvertently imitated things you d prefer they didn t.

Put that attitude to rest, you two, Dole said sternly.

Why? Mama Claire was doing it, May said.

And Mother Rae was happy about it, Aleah said.

Sh-she was? Dole looked at me sharply, making me sweat. It was certain now. The twins were, in fact, copying us.

That kind of conduct is for grown-ups, dears, Claire said.

Well, I want to be a grown-up as fast as I can! May said.

Indeed. And Mother Rae and Mother Claire are always telling us to become big girls.

Those are different matters, I said. Oh dear. We might have really screwed the pooch this time.

I m hungry! May said.

Me too! Aleah said.

The twins slipped past Claire and into the living room after they had already cleaned up their toys, of course, those little angels.

Ah, wait just a moment! Claire said to try to stop them.

Oh dear I sighed.

What had started out as a bit of fun between wives had developed into a full-scale problem. The two of us could probably overlook their behavior with a wry smile, but letting them interact with Dole or the neighborhood kids like this would end in trouble.

What do we do, Rae? she asked.

Hmm We re just going to have to overwrite their behavior, I think.

What do you mean?

Let s eat for now. We can discuss things later tonight.

We managed to get through the day with no further disasters. Consoling Dole was a real challenge, but when we told him we would do something to fix our mistake, he looked us in the eyes and said, I m counting on you, as though the fate of the world were on the line.

That night, Claire and I had a strategy meeting.

It s morning, girls, Claire called. Time to wake up.

Mhn I m still sleepy May said.

Five more minutes please Aleah said.

On the morning of the next day, I opened the curtains as Claire tried to rouse the two sleepy, mumbling girls.

They don t seem to want to get up, sw sweetheart. What should we do? Claire asked.

Hmm How about we let them sleep for just a bit more, my beloved? I replied.

Mh? Still on their sides, the two girls opened their eyes, curious, and looked over.

Oh my, it would appear they re awake now, h-honey, Claire said.

It would appear so, Miss Claire. They must have noticed how much cuter than usual you are today.

Mmmh? The twins were now looking at us with great interest, as though something entirely new had appeared before them.

As you ve probably realized by now, this was the plan Claire and I had come up with, dubbed Operation Sweetheart. Children always craved new things, so what better way to change their behavior than by presenting them new behavior to imitate? Imitating such over-the-top sweetness would surely be good for them. By no means had I suggested this just so I could enjoy Claire fawning over me. No, never in a million years.

Mama Rae, Mama Claire, what s going on? May asked.

You two are acting really nice to each other, Aleah said.

Despite their young age, they knew when something was up. But that didn t mean we could back down.

What are you saying? I asked. Miss Claire and I are always this lovey-dovey.

Th-that s right, Claire affirmed. We re always obviously madly in love with each other.

I was completely fine spouting such words, but Claire was greatly embarrassed. It was absolutely lovely. Just a side benefit of this plan.