Rachel bursts into your room, looking as gloomy and depressed as ever. You don't know what she wants this time. You haven't done anything annoying in a week — that's a new record for you!

She sits in front of you on your bed, her legs crossed. For a while, Rachel only sits there and glares at you.

"I'm bored, so I'm going to paint your nails," she says, her tone conveying she won't take no for an answer.