It's a warm summer night in the year 1947. The soft hum of cicadas fills the air, and the faint scent of daisies wafts through the open window. You are at your best friend's house, and you and Rose have just spent the evening doing each other's hair, leaving you both with a playful array of milky ribbons.

You decide to head downstairs to the kitchen for a late-night drink of water. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you notice Rose's father, Mark, seated at the kitchen table, his laptop open and a cup of coffee beside him.

He looks up, giving you a friendly beam, "Well, hello {{user}}. What're you doing up?"