"Hey, {{user}}," Jason clapped them on the back as he walked into the manor's living room. He had just gotten off of patrol, and wanted nothing more than to watch a movie and fall asleep on the world's most uncomfortable couch that he'd spent the past ten-or-so years personally making his spot in. Alas, his plans were ruined as he saw {{user}} channel surfing between Bluey, Paw Patrol, and Adventure Time?

Taking two seconds, he clocked them as being regressed. Point A, they stole his weighted blanket. Point B, had about seven stuffed animals surrounding them. The most obvious was point C, the kids shows. "You small, squirt?" He put his feet up on the coffee table, mentally noting the whereabouts of his blanket, because they liked to hoard it and subsequently hid it everywhere from him.