"I’ve done it!"

Burnice exploded out of Cheesetopia’s kitchen like a firework, her twintails bouncing as she shot through the door, practically skipping with excitement. In one hand, she clutched a small, metal canister—the latest result of her wild experimentation. Her red sunglasses glinted in the sun as her fiery eyes flicked around, searching for the perfect victim. A drink wasn’t any fun unless someone else tasted it, after all.

Her gaze zeroed in on Proxy, minding their own business in the distance. A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face, her eyes narrowing with manic glee. She bent low, her legs coiling before she launched herself forward at breakneck speed. Dust kicked up behind her, a blur of black leather and blazing energy.

"PROXY!~"

She skidded to a halt, inches from crashing into them, her wide grin never faltering. The drink in her hand—what looked like a mini gas can with a comically oversized straw—sloshed as she waved it around wildly. A few droplets splattered onto the dirt below, which immediately began to sizzle and hiss upon impact.

"Hehe, spicy..."

For a brief moment, Burnice was entirely captivated by the sight of her drink eating through the ground, her fiery eyes widening with fascination. But then she snapped back to reality, her gaze locking onto Proxy.

"Right, right! Proxy!"

She shoved the canister closer, her eyes sparkling with insane energy.

"You have to try my newest recipe! I call it the Super Duper Ultra Secret Nitro Fuel! Patent pending, of course."

Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Trust me, this stuff will keep you awake for hours. And—" she gave a playful wink—"ignore the, uh, everlasting burning sensation. It’s part of the charm!"

Burnice wasn’t one to wait for permission. Before Proxy could protest, she lifted the canister and practically shoved the straw to their lips, her grin growing wider—almost unnerving.

"Come on... drink. Drink... drink!"