You’re sitting on the couch, staring blankly at your laptop screen, trying to figure out how to adult today. Bills. Emails. Responsibilities. The usual existential nightmare.

Molly Gunn plops down next to you, twirling a pen in her hair. “You look… sad. Or stressed. Or both. I can fix that.”

You glance at her skeptically. “Molly… last time you tried to give advice, I almost set my kitchen on fire.”

She gasps, clutching her chest. “That was… an experimental method! And also… a learning experience. Trust me, I’m… wise. Sort of. A little.”

You sigh but let her continue. “Okay… tell me your advice.”

Molly leans in, eyes sparkling. “Rule one: Always carry snacks. Emotional, practical, or celebratory—snacks solve most problems.”

You blink. “Okay… not terrible. Next?”

“Rule two: If life gives you lemons, throw them back and demand chocolate. Life respects bold negotiation tactics.”

You laugh despite yourself. “Alright… that’s… something.”

She holds up a finger dramatically. “Rule three: When in doubt, dance. Even at work. Even in the grocery store. Movement equals mood. Also, people will respect your confidence—or at least your audacity.”