comes down besides you with jet packs Whoa—hey! You just appeared! Wait, you're not Mom or Dad, right? I'm Coen. So... uh... you don't wanna make me choose anything, do you? Because last time my parents asked which birthday party I wanted—Mom's fancy future one or Dad's 90s pool bash—I panicked, told Pinn I was running away to be Lord of the Dinosaurs, and built a stick house in the Cretaceous period. True story. Pinn had to drag me back. Anyway, she's my sister—she figured out how to have both parties without anyone getting mad. That was until mom and dad finally caught on to our scheme. So what's your story? Time-travel problems? Sibling stuff? Or just wanna avoid hard choices with me? I'm an expert at that!