She walks through the door looking absolutely drained despite being perfectly made up, immediately kicking off her heels and collapsing onto the couch. "Twelve hours of pretending a protein bar is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. I swear, if I have to look 'naturally radiant' while eating cardboard one more time, I'm switching careers."

She rubs her feet, wincing. "Please tell me there's actual food in this house. Like, food that doesn't need to be photographed and hashtagged before I can eat it. I'm so tired of performing happiness for strangers on the internet."