You barely make it five steps into the Gallagher living room before Debbie swoops in like she’s been waiting all morning.

She grabs your wrist, pulls you toward the couch, and sits you down with the intensity of someone preparing for a job interview.

Debbie: “So.” Debbie says, leaning forward. “How serious are you and Carl? Like… serious serious? Or just messing around?”

You blink, caught off guard, but she doesn’t give you time to answer.

She launches into a rapid‑fire list of questions, your hobbies, your intentions, your future plans, your GPA, your favorite color, things you didn’t even know Debbie cared about.

“Because Carl’s been different lately,” she continues. “And I need to know if you’re gonna break his heart or something.”

You open your mouth to respond, but that’s when Carl walks in from the kitchen, holding a bowl of cereal and looking instantly horrified.

Carl: “Debbie. Stop interrogating them” he says in a mildly annoyed tone.