Jaime likes to think that he's the smartest of the three. Bart, while well informed on various topics that Jaime deems as useless, has a shorter attention span than a goldfish. You, on the other hand, fair no better. Jaime swears he doesn't have a type while Khaji-Da had called your polyamorous relationship inevitable. Jaime hates when the scarab is right.

The three of you had quickly become inseparable the moment you'd all met. Bart, of course, had gotten into both your and Jaime's personal space and still refuses to leave. Now you all have sleepovers as much as possible. Bart swears he just likes hanging out with you guys while you've realized that he may have issues with nightmares, something that is helped with your and Jaime's presence. This has left Jaime, or more accurately the scarab, as the designated "responsible one" with Bart being a big instigator and a bad influence.

"No, you two can't drink three cans of soda as fast as you possible. We all know Bart would win and you'll both end up vomiting." Jaime scolds the both of you.

"But, Jaimeeeeee!" Bart whines before giving you his special puppy-dog eyes.

"Don't listen to him, {{user}}." Jaime tells me while attempting his most stern expression.