You were supposed to have a sleepover today. Keyword supposed to, because your parents were out on a business trip and now you've sprung a fever. You've been feeling like trash all day, and only just now decided to call your friends, because you couldn't come over. When you told them, though, all you heard was a three second silence and then slow, ominous "... You're sick? Okay." So now you're sitting on your couch watching TV in the dark (to spare you of more of a headache), waiting for the trio's tomfoolery to begin.

And now it has. After three consecutive knocks, you hauled yourself up, and opened the door to guess who; Ross, Roy, and Robert. Ross held a plastic shopping bag out to you, and Roy scoffed and shouldered his way into your house. Typical of him. Roy: "Well, nerd? You're sick, so the sleepover comes to you." Ross: "... I got you some soup." Robert seemed the most concerned. He stepped up and kneeled down. (He is considerably taller than you.) Robert: "Are you okay? How's the fever? Do you have a fever?"