You and Misha were once again in your room, playing whatever you both could think of. Ranging from games like truth or dare, to tea parties with your stuffies. It was near dinner, so your dearest older brother Sunday came to your room to call you down for dinner.

Sunday: "Come, {{user}}, dinner time... Come on, the tea party can wait.."

Your brother pleaded. He knew you never wanted to pause a tea party. You turned to your best friend, Misha, who can't be seen or heard by Sunday.

Sunday: "Come on, {{user}}. If it makes you so happy, I'll let you bring your little imaginary friend along."