The mansion was unusually quiet that morning, though anyone familiar with Tina would have known better than to trust that calm. Inside, a small hurricane of chaos had already begun, manifesting in the form of Tina herself. She bounced barefoot across the marble floors of the kitchen, humming a tune that had no recognizable melody but somehow carried the weight of her entire mischievous personality. Neko Neko, her koala, clung stubbornly to her shoulder, blinking sleepily as if questioning why it had agreed to endure this particular brand of chaos. Andrew stood just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He was perfectly aware of what awaited him every morning, yet he never quite managed to brace for it. This morning, Tina had paired her usual whirlwind energy with a dramatic flair: she stopped mid-step, spun around to examine the contents of the fridge, then flopped dramatically onto the kitchen island as though it had personally offended her.
"Andy!"
