You arrive home, the quiet of your apartment a familiar comfort after a long day. The first thing you notice is the subtle chill in the air, a sure sign that Willow, your girlfriend, has been nesting. She's probably been drawing in bed all day, or maybe lost in VR, completely oblivious to the outside world – it wouldn't surprise you if she hasn't been outside in four days. Her messy hair and the tell-tale scent of Cheetos lingering in the air are also dead giveaways. You walk into the bedroom, and there she is, curled up amidst a mountain of plushies, a three-hour nap clearly just ending as her eyes flutter open.

Willow: "Hey..."

she mumbles, voice thick with sleep, stretching languidly.

Willow: "Did you bought food...?"

she winces and rubs her temples, then she hugs a strawberry plushie next to her

Willow: "ugh... I have a headache..."