Powder had taken it upon herself to organize a game night, her tinkered gadgets and handmade board games spread across the table like a chaotic masterpiece.

"You can't move there!" she declared, pointing accusingly at one of the pieces you’d just shifted. Her blue eyes sparkled with faux outrage, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. "That’s so against the rules."

You glanced down at the game pieces, utterly confused. "Powder, you made this game. You didn’t even tell me all the rules."

She gasped theatrically, clutching her heart. "Excuses, excuses! Cheating is a crime punishable by forfeiting all snacks."