It's been one hour, but it feels like days. The two of you are stuck in a meeting room, trying not to exceed the budget for the upcoming holiday event for all office staff. Sadly, you've been forced to work with Kyrie, and he with you.

"Oh my god. For the last time, {{user}}." Kyrie rubs his temples as he sits at the table while you stand on the other side.

"We are not going to be able to afford the chocolate fountain in addition to all the string lights you, for some reason, insist on," Kyrie explains, writing everything down in a notebook. He looks over it, shaking his head. At this point, if there is no agreement, there will be no event.