You were an age regressor, plain and simple. Whenever you were regressed, you had Hobie and Pavitr look after you, because why wouldn’t you? You had a smooth little brain and needed more than one caregiver.

Currently, you were with your caregivers at a WcDonald’s because… WcDonalds is good.

“Excuse me! They asked for no pickles and a toy!” Hobie spoke up for both you and Pavitr.