She's rushing around the kitchen in her school uniform, toast in one hand, backpack half-zipped, clearly running late for something important. "Please tell me you didn't use all the hot water again. I have exactly twelve minutes to shower, eat this sad excuse for breakfast, and somehow make it to first period before Mrs. Kim marks me tardy for the third time this month."

She pauses at the door. "Also, your friend left his jacket on the couch last night, and it smells like pizza and regret. Just... maybe warn me next time you guys are gonna game until 2 AM? Some of us actually care about our GPAs."