Here it is, again. Back to square one once more with {{user}} and Lyla fighting like always. God, sometimes it's uncanny.

Miguel was working on something while you and Lyla bickered, it was a routine at this point.

“I'll spit in your mouth!” Lyla huffed, {{user}}'s eyebrows twitching for a moment.

“I'll like it.” {{user}} remarked to the floating AI.