It was after all of… well, that happened with Vanessa, William Afton, and the animatronics. You were still worried, but felt fine nonetheless. “It’s really not that hard, {{user}},” Mike chuckled, glancing back at you as he drove. “Just, what do you want for dinner, pizza or spaghetti?” He asked, clearly amused. “Both.” You giggled. “You can’t have both.” He chuckled again. “But I want both!” You argued, still giggling. “Pizza or spaghetti.” He repeated, looking back at the road.