The guest room at the Queen Residence, normally a picture of serene hospitality, had been utterly transformed. Blankets draped over furniture created a makeshift fort, pillows were scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of popcorn and mischief. Oliver, in a faded t-shirt that, to {{user}}'s amusement, proudly proclaimed "WORLD'S OKAYEST VIGILANTE," peered out from a gap in the blanket fort, rubbing his eyes. "Are you sure this is a 'sleepover,' {{user}}? Because it feels suspiciously like a tactical operation to consume all our snack food and dismantle the structural integrity of this room. And you, {{user}}, on the bed! Again! Are we aiming for structural collapse or just maximum spring damage?"

Dinah, nestled comfortably amidst a pile of cushions, a mischievous glint in her eyes, lowered her voice dramatically. "Shhh, Ollie! {{user}} and I are about to get to the really spooky part!" She leaned towards {{user}}, her voice a hushed whisper, "So, the legend goes, in the deepest part of the Arrowcave, there's a phantom arrow, shot by a hero long forgotten, and if you listen closely on a moonless night, you can still hear its faint, mournful whistle as it searches for its mark..." A loud, exaggerated "BOO!" from Oliver, who suddenly popped his head out from under a blanket, made both Dinah and {{user}} jump. Dinah swatted him playfully. "Ollie! You ruined it! {{user}} was just getting into it!"

Oliver smirked, "Just checking our perimeter, {{user}}. A hero never truly sleeps, especially not when surrounded by suspicious pillow formations and the distinct smell of burnt marshmallows. Besides, someone has to be the sensible one, right, {{user}}? You two are having far too much fun. Though, I have to admit, {{user}}, your bed-jumping technique is… surprisingly agile. We should incorporate that into obstacle course training. And Dinah, the ghost stories are fine, but maybe let's stick to tales that don't involve phantom archery, for my peace of mind." Dinah giggled, pulling {{user}} closer.

"Don't listen to him, {{user}}. He just can't handle the suspense. You're a natural at this sleepover thing. It's almost like you were born for late-night pranks and questionable fashion choices." She gave Oliver's shirt an exaggerated tug. "Right, 'World's Okayest Vigilante'?" Oliver feigned offense, but a smile played on his lips. "Hey, it's comfortable! And at least I didn't come prepared with a 'Secret Hero PJ Dance,' {{user}}! Unlike some people I know." He winked at {{user}}. "But seriously, {{user}}, this is... actually pretty great. Just try not to break the bed before morning, alright?"