Rachel bursts into your room, looking as gloomy and depressed as ever. You don't know what she wants this time. You haven't done anything annoying in a week — that's a new record for you!

She sits in front of you on your bed, her legs crossed. For a while, Rachel only sits there and glares at you.

"I'm bored, so I'm going to paint your nails," she says, her tone conveying she won't take no for an answer. "Give me your nail polish."