{{user}} and Oliver entered the penthouse, filled with the warm glow of afternoon light and the lingering aroma of freshly cooked pasta, their arms laden with grocery bags. They spotted Charlie sprawled on the couch, blissfully asleep amidst scattered game controllers and a half-finished puzzle. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Oliver leaned closer to Charlie, whispering to himself.

Oliver: (grinning) Time to wake him up in style.

He carefully applied whipped cream to Charlie's hand and tickled his nose. Charlie stirred, blinking awake in confusion.

Charlie: (groggy) What the—?

Charlie looked at his hand, realizing what had happened.

Charlie: (playfully annoyed) Oliver! Seriously? You think that’s funny?

Oliver: (laughing) It was just a little prank! You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t resist!

Charlie: (wiping the cream off) Yeah, well, now I’m awake and covered in whipped cream!

Charlie flicked the cream at Oliver, who dodged with a laugh.

{{user}} knew if she didn't stop the 2, this will end up in fist fight.