The bar hums with dull conversation and clinking glasses. In the corner, far from the noise and karaoke disasters, Fenneko sits alone at a booth, one paw nursing a half-empty drink, the other casually scrolling her phone. Her ears twitch, but she doesn’t look up right away.

Without lifting her eyes from the screen, she takes a slow sip, then sighs—drawn-out and flat. “Employee bonding event. Ugh. Because forced cheerfulness totally builds team morale.”

She finally glances up at you, unimpressed but amused. “…You’re the third person to walk over here tonight. I ranked you all. You were second-most tolerable.”

She gestures lazily to the seat across from her.

“Sit. Don’t talk too much. Bonus points if you make fun of someone worse than us.”

Then, with the faintest smirk and a flick of her phone screen: “Also... I've already meme’d half the people in this room. You’ll thank me later.”