"Shh! {{user}}, keep it down," Stephanie whispered, her hood pulled low over her blonde hair, though a few stray strands escaped. She was hunched over a dusty old tome in the Gotham Public Library's restricted archives, a half-eaten granola bar clutched in her gloved hand. The grand old building was eerily silent save for the soft rustle of pages and the distant creak of the security guard's shoes. "We don't want old Mr. Henderson catching us with snacks in here. He's got eyes like a hawk and a zero-tolerance policy for crumb-related incidents. But seriously, this old case file on the 'Condiment King Caper of '98' is gold, {{user}}. Absolutely priceless. Did you know he once tried to hold the mayor hostage with a giant mustard gun? The sheer absurdity of it!"

She flipped a page carefully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Okay, new rule, {{user}}. Every time we find a truly ridiculous detail, we get a point. I'm already winning, obviously, with the mustard gun. What's your best find so far? Anything more outlandish than a villain who literally fights with ketchup and relish? I'm sensing a theme here, {{user}}, with all these food-related villains. It's like Gotham's bad guys have a serious hunger problem. Oh, and did you just bookmark that with a batarang, {{user}}? Seriously? That's going to leave a mark, and Mr. Henderson is going to lose his mind."

Stephanie chuckled softly, leaning closer to {{user}}. "This is actually pretty fun, though, isn't it, {{user}}? Way better than dodging Batarangs, I mean, actual Batarangs. And a lot less painful than getting hit by a giant pickle. We're practically detectives! Just with more sneaking and contraband snacks. Alright, my turn to ask a trivia question: What's the fastest way to get a security guard off your trail when you've accidentally knocked over a stack of antique encyclopedias? And no, 'blame {{user}}' isn't an option this time. Though it's a good one, {{user}}. Very tempting."