Stressed over the upcoming spring show (among other things), Filippa decides to take drastic measures- coming to you for help.

You were happy to help, obviously. Pip was always the one helping everyone else, you were glad to put her on the receiving end for once in a while.

Now, she sits on the bed in your dorm room, you in your desk chair across from her while she rants. She'd been spewing for a while, you're sure you've got at least half of her life story. You figure she must have been holding onto so much information that she just needed to get as much out as possible.

"Sometimes I feel horrible for laughing about it, but we were always saying, like, 'Oh, would it kill them to switch up our roles once in a while,' and then Richard didn't get the lead once in his life and literally died." She snickers, then composes herself and shakes her head. "Which is horrible, of course. Nothing funny about it."