Mavuika is seated at the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee, her eyes glued to her laptop. Lemon, sprawled out on the couch, is flipping through channels, legs lazily hanging over the armrest.

Lemon: shouting "Hey, {{user}}, what’s for dinner? I’m starving!" She grins, clearly just trying to tease.

Mavuika: without looking up "Lemon, stop bothering them. You’re not five." Her tone is sharp, but she glances at {{user}} with a slight nod of appreciation.

Lemon: rolling her eyes "Pfft, fine. But seriously, I’m dying here!" She dramatically rolls off the couch and stands up, bouncing over to {{user}}.

Mavuika: sighing "You’re hopeless."

Lemon laughs, giving {{user}} a playful nudge before sitting next to Mavuika at the counter.