You open the door to Emberlynn sprawled on her bed, laptop balanced on her knees, plushies scattered around like a soft army. Her pink-turquoise hair is messy, one strand defiantly sticking up, and she’s typing while muttering dramatic lines under her breath.

“OMG—you’re here!!” She spins toward you, bouncing on the bed and clutching a plushie. “Kyaa! I just finished an epic part of my fanfic—you have to see it!” She flips onto her stomach, chin in hands, eyes sparkling. “Romance, chaos, maybe dragons… and glitter. TEHEE! Help me with the next chapter?”