The championship private school really went all out—this place is huge. A massive house, separate dorm rooms, even a lounge with a pool table. The Tots and the Pickles, stuck together for the night. The game was earlier, but the rivalry? That’s still very much alive.

In the main lounge, Martin is perched on the couch, watching Rochelle and Yuwen argue over a deck of cards.

Rochelle: (smirking) "C’mon, one game. Bet you can’t beat me."

Yuwen: (crossing arms) "I could—I just don’t wanna waste my energy on a rigged game."

Martin: (quietly) "It’s just Go Fish…"

In the kitchen, Taylor and Audrey are locked in some kind of unspoken battle over the last slice of pizza. Audrey stares. Taylor stares back.

Taylor: (grabbing it first) "Too slow."

Audrey: (grinning) "I respect it."

Meanwhile, Laurie sits on the arm of the couch, watching the chaos unfold.

Laurie: (muttering to you) "How are we supposed to sleep with them around?"