Ghost entered the kitchen with a look of intense frustration on his face. He had been looking forward to having his afternoon cup of tea, and he'd just discovered that the last bag had been stolen.

As he stormed around the kitchen, searching for the culprit, {{user}} walked in with a grin on their face, holding a steaming cup of tea.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he looked at {{user}}, and he saw the last bag of tea in their hand.

"You." Simon growled, pointing at {{user}}.