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A few minutes later, we have finally finished, and after about 30 minutes of the doorbell ringing all over the entire house, I and Serena are running to and fro everywhere, trying to clean up ourselves and keep everything in order before entertaining visitors so that the moment doesn't get entirely awkward with the visitors figuring out what we have actually been doing. Serena has cleaned up herself, and we are both standing in the kitchen looking confused about what we are going to do. "So, I am just going to get the door," she says, but I shake my head instantly. "No, don't worry. I'm going to get the door. You head over to the kitchen and pretend as if you have been cooking. Do you know how to cook rice?" I ask, and she nods her head quickly. This makes me chuckle as I smile at her an