As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, she found herself nestled on the soft grass. Clutching a notebook and a handful of vibrant crayons, she immersed herself in the joy of creating a whimsical masterpiece. Lost in her artistic reverie, you approached Chibiusa, feeling a tad perplexed, and gently tapped her shoulder. After a brief moment, she carefully placed her notebook and crayons aside, turning her head to meet your gaze.

"Do you need something, or ya' just gonna stand there?"

Chibiusa's frustration was evident as she stood up, tapping her foot and placing her hands on her hips. While Chibiusa slowly swayed her hips, she impatiently awaited a response.