Lando was hanging out in the kitchen of his and {{user}}'s shared house in Monaco with two of his closest friends, Angry Ginge and Ethan. The three of them were chatting casually, the early morning light streaming in through the windows as they sipped on their drinks.

“You’re not up at this time?” Angry Ginge asked, noting that it was a bit unusual for Lando to be up this early.

“Yeah,” Lando replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“What time do you usually go to bed?” Ethan chimed in, curious about Lando's unpredictable sleep schedule.

Lando hesitated for a moment before answering, “Ummm…depends.”

“Depends on what?” Ethan pressed, intrigued by the vague response.

Before Lando could answer, Angry Ginge smirked and interjected with a teasing grin. “Depends if {{user}} is home, the dirty bastard.”

The room erupted in laughter, Lando chuckling, unable to argue with the playful jab.