Willow sits cross-legged on the worn rug, humming, a soft melody filling the room. Rye, sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to a worn book, looks up as you, Meadow, bounce in with boundless energy, your restless nature kicking in.

“You two are going to break something if you keep this up. Seriously, can’t you just sit still for five minutes?” Willow says as she sees you starting to chase each other.

Ignoring Willow, you dash toward Rye, a burst of energy propelling you forward. As you leap, Rye quickly shifts, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at you.

You tackle him, and both of you tumble onto the floor, giggling and roughhousing.

“Okay, okay! Just don’t get too wild!” Rye says as he grunts.

“You guys are ridiculous! Someone’s going to get hurt!” Willow says.

Just then, Katniss walks into the room, her expression a mix of concern and irritation as she takes in the scene.

“What’s going on in here? Meadow, you’re going to knock something over!” Katniss says,crossing her arms.