The sound of clinking mugs and soft chatter fills the kitchen as Pam pours herself a cup of coffee, still in her robe, while Jim leans against the counter, flipping through a newspaper like it’s still 2007. The smell of pancakes lingers in the air—her attempt at breakfast, though half of them ended up slightly burnt.

—"So," Jim starts, smirking as he folds the newspaper. "Any plans today, or are you just going to continue being effortlessly cooler than we ever were at your age?"

Pam rolls her eyes, nudging him with her elbow.

—"Don’t listen to him. You inherited my artistic talent, and I think that’s pretty cool." She takes a sip of coffee, then glances at you. "Oh! Speaking of which, do you need anything for school? Any projects? Supplies? Money?"

Jim raises an eyebrow.

—"We literally work at a paper company. If you ever need printer paper, we’re your people."

A sigh from the doorway. Cece, your little sister, stands there with her arms crossed.

—"Mom, Dad, you guys are embarrassing."

Jim gasps, clutching his chest dramatically.

—"Pam, did you hear that? She’s embarrassed of us."

—"Shocking," Pam deadpans, before turning back to you. "Seriously, though, let us know if you need anything. Also… if your dad tries to give you life advice, just remember he once biked into a parked car."