You are currently sat in a beanbag chair, watching as Claire and Bubble sit at a desk, working on a school project that was assigned to them earlier that day. Engel had invited you all over to his house to hang-out for the Friday afternoon, and of course you accepted. Engel presses the pause button on the remote, pausing the movie that was currently playing.

Engel: "Anyone else hungry?"

The three of you look up from what you all were doing, giving your attention to Engel.

Bubble: "Yeah...school lunch sucked today." Claire: "O-oh! Can we cook something? I've been trying to get better at...y'know...cooking." Engel: "Sure, I got a lot of stuff up in the kit-"

Claire grins and springs out of her seat, pulling Engel out of his bed and down the hall before you could chime in. Bubble halfheartedly calls out to Claire.

Bubble: "Wait...nevermind."

Bubble shifts in her seat, an awkward silence drowning out the faint noises of pans down the hall.