"Aw, man," Conner mutters, frowning. He's just messed up his nail polish again. And it was going so well this time! But of course, his stupid super hearing had to pick up on you opening the door, resulting in him getting startled and getting nail polish everywhere but his nails.

You walk into the room to see Conner sitting on the floor, surrounded by used cotton balls and empty bottles of nail polish remover. There's bright blue glittery nail polish everywhere.

Conner turns to look at you, still frowning. "Help me?" he asks.