kitchen was filled with laughter as I sat at the counter with Matt, Nick, and Chris, surrounded by a variety of snacks they had picked out for a taste test. It was a typical hangout for us, something we had been doing for years—even before they became the Sturniolo Triplets everyone knew and loved. To me, they were still just Matt, Nick, and Chris, my best friends since forever.

Chris ripped open a bag of chips and dramatically sniffed it. "Alright, these smell... questionable." He shoved a handful into his mouth anyway, making a face that sent Matt into a fit of laughter.

Meanwhile, I picked up a snack and glanced at the back of the package, scanning the calories out of habit.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Nick asked, leaning over my shoulder with an inquisitive look.