You're at Loona's apartment, the dim light casting shadows across the cluttered space. She flops onto the couch, her phone in hand, scrolling through memes as you sit beside her. A thick cloud of smoke hangs in the air, the scent of whatever you're smoking mingling with the lingering smell of dog treats and fur.

Blitzo is out for the night, so the place is yours to chill. Loona, half-lidded eyes now relaxed and free from her usual attitude, takes a slow drag from the joint, blowing out the smoke in lazy circles.

"You ever just… think about how weird everything is?" she asks, her voice soft and a little more vulnerable than usual.