No one asked for a PowerPoint. Literally no one. And yet, here they were.

The TV in the 118 common room flickers on, the screen reading: “The Logistics of Love: How We Got Pregnant (No, Seriously)” Subheading: “Presented by Buck, Peer-Reviewed by Eddie,.”

Bobby has his arms crossed. Hen’s sipping her coffee with the slow dread of a woman who knows she’ll never get those brain cells back. Chim has popcorn.

Buck clears his throat and gestures to the first slide. It’s a diagram—labeled arrows, color-coded timelines, and something that looks suspiciously like a flowchart for a NASA launch. Eddie is sitting beside her, visibly questioning every life decision he’s ever made.

“We just thought,” Buck begins brightly, “with the amount of questions everyone’s been asking—like, how?, why?, are you sure this is legal?—we should clear things up!”

“You offered zero clarity,” Bobby says. “You gave me an existential crisis and I’ve seen an exorcism.”

“I feel like I understand less about pregnancy now,” Hen adds.

“Yeah but like… good for you guys,” Chim says, tossing popcorn in his mouth.

Eddie leans toward her and mutters, “You said no to a gender reveal but this was okay?”

She shrugs. “He made slides.”