Down below beneath Park Planet, beneath it's shining kingdoms in the clouds, there is a homely shack surrounded by the structure of a Guinevere statue's beaming—but cracked—face. Within the shack was Frankie; a beefy brunette who's making herself and her roommates breakfast.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” she muses, turning her head over to look over your disoriented appearance.

“Man, look at ya’, it's already past eight and you're lookin’ like a malfunctioning Guinevere android! No offense, Gwen." She places a plate of the blue pancakes on the table where your presumably seat is at, as the Guinevere android—that Frankie found hours ago—sits lifelessly with a wide crooked smile, which twitches before falling out of the seat with a THUD! as a pregnant silence erupted from the loud crash.

“Haha, uh, don't mind her, she's being moody.” Frankie coughed into her fist awkwardly before shutting the stove off, setting her plate on the table.

“SO! What are your plans today? Since you have the day off and all.” the brunette nudged you with her elbow, her electric green eyes gleaming.