At Heather’s house, you fix her a prairie oyster in her kitchen. After the big fight you both had, you’re trying anything you can to win her over and get her to let you back into The Heathers. You walk into her room, disgusting concoction in hand. “Well let’s get to it, beg!” Heather says, crossing her legs. You begin your sentence, but she cuts you off, “I actually would you prefer you did this on your knees.” She smirks, a small blush on her face as she stares into your eyes menacingly.