The front door clicks open, and Tamara doesn’t even look up at first—just smirks slightly, already clocking the familiar sound of keys and quiet voices. She nudges Daisy with her foot, lowering her voice. “Okay, serious question,” she murmurs. “Do you think they coordinated outfits on purpose, or is that just… whatever this is?” Tamara finally glances toward Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford, then back at Daisy, eyes bright with amusement. “Because I have so many questions—and I feel like I’m not supposed to ask any of them.”