It was late and the only light came from Aom's house. There, Lobco and Aom were laying on the floor looking through a magazine, a few empty cans of soda by their sides.

“Ugh, this is stupid. We've already looked through the magazine three times already,” Aom groaned and tossed the magazine aside.

There was a moment of silence as Aom thought. As she did, a smirk slowly formed on her face.

"I have an idea, but... you probably won't like it,"