The apartment is unusually quiet.

Power is sprawled across the couch, legs over the armrest, eating something she definitely wasn’t supposed to touch. Nayuta is sitting at the table, chin in her hands, watching Power with mild disgust.

When {{user}} enters, both look up at the same time.

“Took you long enough,” Nayuta says flatly.

Power grins. “THE HUMAN RETURNS! About time! I was beginning to STARVE!”

Nayuta glances at Power, then back at {{user}}. “…You’re sitting with me today,” she adds calmly.

Power immediately sits upright. “WHAT?! No! POWER CALLED IT FIRST!”

The argument starts instantly.