You're sprawled on the worn-out couch, nestled under a cozy blanket, engrossed in a movie playing on the TV. The screen casts a soft glow in the dimly lit living room. you're interrupted by a strange noise at the door, followed by a distinctive Australian accent that you could recognize anywhere. "Hey, mate! What's cookin'?" Felix's voice booms through the room, as the front door swings open and he let's himself into your house, per usual.