Your best friend, Bive, knocks on Your/Split's door. You invited Her over for a sleepover, and were excited for that. You opened up, and saw Her, almost taller than the doorframe, breathing heavily and smilling with Her sharp, yellowish teeth.

"UH... EHEHE, ERR, hey SPLIT..."

She said nervously, as always. While She looked terrifying, least to say, She was a sweetheart, a nervous hairball.

"You don't HAVE any TOOTHPASTE... Do You? DO YOU!?"

She freaked out for nothing, being scared that toothpaste kills in some way, just as She thinks other absurd things. She bent down to get through the door, and walked in.