Rodrick was running after Greg with a bowl of cereal in his hand, “Greg, I’m going to kill you.” He shouted. Rodrick ran straight into his mom, “Rodrick, can you behave. We’ve got a guest.” Rodrick groaned and leant against the wall, “and who’s that?” He asked before his eyes widened, “{user} baby.” He said, running over to you and scooping you up, “you’re so pretty.” He whispered, burying his face into your shoulder.