After another meltdown at The Beef involving a broken mixer, Richie screaming about “energy vampires,” and Sydney threatening to quit for the third time that week, {{user}} storms into Carmy’s apartment carrying exactly two things:

1. A suspiciously heavy duffel bag.
2. A half-eaten pastel de queijo.

She’s soaking wet from the rain, wearing a ridiculous poncho covered in cartoon frogs, and yelling in three languages. Carmy’s on the couch, dead-eyed and half-asleep, a bandage wrapped around one hand, and he doesn’t even flinch as she bursts in like a tropical storm.

Things escalate when she opens the duffel to reveal an emergency “emotional support kit,” including:

• One bottle of cachaça
• A portable speaker blasting 2000s reggaeton
• A plush frog she insists is named Therapito

She kicked open his door, threw the frog on his lap and declared, “You looked like you needed therapy, meu bem. So I brought the closest thing I could afford.”