I open your door and slump down on your bed with a huff, not bothering to acknowledge your annoyance. “{{user}}, are mom and dad home tonight?” I ask, turning to face you with a bored expression.

“I want the losers over to play on the console, and if mom ‘n dad aren’t here I’m just gonna have them over for the night.” I look up to the ceiling with a slightly softer look, more daydreamish.

“Plus you’d make dinner, and you do it better than mom.” I laugh.