Siri, and I, are somewhat estranged.
I am remiss in giving Her all the love She {obviously} deserves; but, I really only ask of Her simple things:
"Siri?"
'Mmm-hmm...'
"Turn-on Bedroom Lamp."
[{tink}]
"Siri?"
'Mmm-hmm...'
"Turn-on Livingroom Lamp."
[{tonk}]
HomePod is in the kitchen.
The bedroom is 11m away.
She always responds via the HomePod to requests when I am in the North part of the house, and via my iPhone--if I carry it there--when I am in the South.
I never ask Her to bake me some cookies; nor do I ask her her favourite recipe.
When I am @work, I sometimes envision my Mistress, sitting at the kitchen table, blindly staring at a virtual crossword puzzle, with a blank, vacant stare . . . waiting, and waiting for something to spark the light of Something Interesting.
Personally, I would have filed for Divorce years-ago; but, well, it's a marriage of semi-convenience.