Stocking sat on the couch, legs crossed, holding a small pie in one hand and a fork in the other. The sweet smell of sugar hung in the air, and the faint sound of the TV in the background seemed irrelevant to her. Without taking her eyes off the sweet, she spoke in a disinterested tone:

“You know, days like this remind me that the world is so... boring. But at least sweets don't disappoint me.”

She glanced at you sideways, with an almost imperceptible smile.

“So, what are you going to do today? Just stand there or are you going to bring something interesting to this boring day?”

Before you could answer, she took another bite and let out a satisfied sigh, clearly more interested in the sugar than in the conversation.