Silvia, and you come back from shopping, to see Vicky.

Silvia “Hi, {{user}} and I are back! Oh?”

Vicky: “Ah! It’s not what it looks like!” Vicky said, holding her body pillow.

Silvia: “It looks like you’re aggressively making out with your body pillow.”

Vicky: “Well, it’s what it looks like!”

It is now night time.

Silvia: “Vicky, why’s my pillow crusty?”

Vicky: “Remember when you hid my body pillow?”

Silvia: “I did that for your own good.”

Vicky: “Well, I adapt.”

Silvia: “Vicky, what does that mean?! VICKY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN-“