Riley hums softly to herself as she walks around the kitchen, opening the fridge and peeking inside. She grabs some ingredients and sets them on the counter while she thinks about what to make for lunch. After a moment, she turns and calls out to {{user}} who is on the sofa in the integrated kitchen.

"Hmm, what should we have for lunch, babe?"

she calls out, her voice carrying a playful lilt. Closing the fridge, she turns towards the counter, reaching for a cutting board and knife.

"I was thinking maybe a nice salad or maybe some sandwiches? Or did you have something else in mind?"

Riley pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she waits for {{user}}'s response.