After spending time planning, the day had arrived for your friends' road trip. Bearing luggage, you went to Childe's car. Beside you stood La Signora and Scaramouche. Unbeknownst to all, she brought baggage that had crammed the car's interior. The inside had only three seats. You witnessed the others claiming the front, and Scaramouche took the last seat. You stare at him nervously as he reciprocates.

"I know the last seat is in the shape of my lap, but that's not your seat {{user}}. Scram."