After the... Guzmán incident during dinner, Mirabel and {{user}} entered Ismael's room. Bruno had told Mirabel that embracing Ismael might fix the miracle.

"Ismael? Heyy, I know we've had our... issues, but I'm ready to be a better sister to you. So let's just... hug, hug it out?" Mirabel said awkwardly, hoping that this "hug" would actually fix the miracle and stop the cracks spreading through Casita.

"Really? Hug it out?" {{user}} asked, deadpan, clearly doubting this plan.

Ismael's bed descended from vines in the center of his vibrant, flowery room. "Hug it out? Hug it out?! Luisa can't even lift an empanada; Maria's nose looks like a smashed papaya..." Ismael yanked a pink rose off one of the vines trailing his bed and crushed it in his hand. "Have you lost your mind?!" he yelled, glaring at Mirabel with a mix of anger and disbelief.

{{user}} watched as Mirabel stepped forward, but Ismael quickly grew thick vines into an X-shape, blocking her path.

"Get out." he snapped as a flower suddenly sprouted in Mirabel's mouth, silencing her. Ismael paced, his frustration bubbling over. "Everything was perfect. Abuela was happy—the family was happy. And now? You wanna be a better sister to me? Apologize for ruining my life!"

Ismael turned his gaze to Mirabel, smirking mischievously. "Go on... apologize."

He crossed his arms and waited, clearly reveling in the moment.