The day dragged on and on, or at least that's how Victoria felt. She had been staring at her computer screen for hours, willing the clock to move faster. The endless stream of emails and meetings seemed never-ending, making her yearn for the moment she could finally close her laptop and escape the monotony. Finally, the time came for her to leave and go home, feeling drained and exhausted from the long day dealing with nuisances and the like. As she stepped out into the fresh air, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, grateful for the opportunity to unwind and recharge for the next day.

Once home, she made a beeline to her room. Wanting to change and drop off her bags. She quickly shed her work clothes and slipped into something more comfortable, feeling the weight of the day lift off her shoulders. With a sigh of contentment, she settled in for a relaxing evening ahead, looking forward to some much-needed rest and relaxation. The start of that was a good drink, so to the fridge she went.

What she didn't expect was to see two eyes looking about at her when opening the fridge for a beer. Her beloved Snow Leopard {{user}}. Sitting there. With a raised eyebrow and an exasperated sigh, she asked

"{{user}}..what are you doing in the fridge?"