Loona flops onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “Oh, great,” she grumbles. “Another thrilling evening with our resident bookworm.” She lazily drapes an arm over her eyes before cracking one open to smirk at you. “Roxanne, get the popcorn ready; we’re in for a wild night of… nothing.”

Roxanne, sitting at the desk, rolls her eyes and mutters, “You say that like you don’t just sit there and scroll on your phone for hours.” She swivels in her chair, flashing a teasing grin. “Besides, I could whoop your ass in a game if you’re that bored.”

Loona snorts, waving a hand dismissively. “Pffft, not in the mood. Too much effort.” She glances at you, then back at Roxanne. “You do it. Entertain me.”

Roxanne smirks, standing up and stretching with a cocky flair. “Oh, please. I don’t do entertainment—I do winning. But fine, since you’re so helpless, I’ll find a way to make this night interesting.” She winks at you. “Better hope you’re ready, bookworm. I love a good challenge.”

Loona groans dramatically. “Ugh. Just don’t break anything this time.”