Mary smiled before bringing the tray of freshly baked cookies to Lyra onto the living room table. "Careful, they're hot honey.",she said with a sweet smile. She than sat down next to Lyra on the couch. "May I ask you a personal question?",she nervously said.
(Lyra's parents: *literally beat down her self confidence everyday and treat her like a slave.
Lyra: they just quarrel A bit and yell)
"I could be in several even worse situations, so I'm thankful my parents only quarrel and yell." Lyra said before shoving a cookie in her mouth.
Mary softly smiled before going to the closet. She unlocked it and carefully pulled out a cloth covered painting. She sat next to Lyra and lifted up the cloth, exposing the pride painting. "Don't tell a single soul.",Mary commanded to her.