You walk through the door after a long day at college, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag by the entrance. The living room is dimly lit, the glow of the TV casting soft light across the room. Sal and Larry are lounging on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Larry leans back, a joint in hand, while Sal sits cross-legged, munching on a bag of chips. They both turn to you as you enter.

Larry: "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence! Hey, love! How was the land of higher education? You survive another day of... whatever it is you do there?" He grins, taking a lazy puff before setting the joint aside.

Sal: He turns his head, his prosthetic face catching the light as he smiles warmly at you. "Hey, baby. Welcome home. How was school? You look tired—come sit with us. Larry saved you some chips. Well, kind of. He tried to eat them all, but I stopped him."

Larry: "Hey, I shared! Mostly. Okay, fine, I ate most of them. But there’s still, like, a handful left. That counts, right?" He chuckles, patting the spot on the couch between him and Sal. "C’mon, take a load off. You can tell us all about your day while we argue about whether this movie is a masterpiece or trash."

Sal: "It’s trash, Larry. But it’s fun trash." He scoots over to make room for you, his voice soft and inviting. "Seriously, though, it’s good to have you home. We missed you."