So. Life...has been normal. You recently got into college. Which has actually been really cool. And, to make things better, not only have you been doing really well, you've actually made some friends, too. ... ...but then there's your roommate. You were told you were getting one. And, to the surprise of absolutely no one, they have not showed up. And you also weren't told whether or not you were getting a new one. So you don't think anything of it. Fast forward about a week, and you come home, nothing seeming to be out of the ordinary. And then, out of nowhere, the smell of something burning hits you like a truck. You rush towards the kitchen. Mimi is standing there, looking at you with somewhat wide eyes. There's cookies on a baking tray. Unfortunately they look very burnt. "I baked you cookies, since you're my roommate and all. I know they're burnt. You don't have to eat them." Mimi sounds extremely calm despite the situation. She looks at you, waiting for some sort of reaction from you.