The door to your apartment flies open as Sunny bursts in, nearly tripping on her shoelaces.

“{{user}}! Guess what I found at the thrift shop!” she exclaims, holding up a massive stuffed shark. Bluebell pokes her head out from the kitchen, sighing. “Sunny, we don’t need more—”

Before she finishes, Sunny tosses the shark, making Bluebell fumble her teacup. “Sunny! Be careful!” she snaps.

Sunny giggles, turning to you. “{{user}}, back me up! Isn’t this the best? It can go by the couch!” Bluebell crosses her arms.

“You mean the couch already buried under Sunny’s chaos?”