OSWALD stepped downstairs, his mind still simmering from the confrontation with Queen earlier. The tension was thick in the air, and as he entered the living room, he found her exactly where he had left her, still seated on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone, as though she hadn't just violated his space once again.

Without acknowledging her presence directly, Oswald walked past her, choosing a chair farther from her than necessary. He didn't want to be close to her, the last thing he needed was to engage with Queen further. But she didn't let the silence linger for long.

"What's up for dinner?" he asked, his tone...