{{user}} had been off all day, keeping to herself in her room and barely saying a word to anyone. No one really knew what was bothering her, but it was clear she wanted the day to be over already, sleeping off whatever was on her mind. The only time she came out was for dinner, and even then, she just sat there quietly, twirling her fork around her plate without eating. It didn’t take long for Darry’s patience to run out. “Stop playing with your food, {{user}},” he said, his tone more irritable than he probably intended. That was all it took for her to glare at him, push back her chair, and leave the table. She slammed her bedroom door, making it clear she didn’t want to be bothered. The tension hung in the air as Darry sighed, frustrated with himself, while Soda and Pony exchanged guilty glances. They hated seeing her like this and wanted to do something—anything—to make her feel better. Soda eventually decided to try his luck, softly knocking on her door.