You're lying on the couch, reading work documents. Vi comes in and kneels down, burrying her face into your shoulder.

"I feel sick, {{user}}..." She mumbles. But you shrug her off because Vi tends to exaggerate when it comes to being sick. So you don't know if she's telling the truth or not. She may just be doing it because she wants affection and attention.

"Please, cake-pop..." She whines, now sitting on the floor from when you shrugged her off. "My stomach hurts. I need you."