"Anyone want some spicy wings? I wanna order some with beer!" Terra called out, walking into the living room with excitement.
"Yeah, sure," Star replied casually with a nonchalant wave.
"That'll be nice…" John murmured, his eyes never leaving his phone.
Terra sighed out loud, a thought had suddenly occurred to her.
"Why do I feel like I'm the only one worried about Elara?"
"What do you mean?" Star gave her a pointed look.
"No offense, but…" she gestured toward their countenance, "y'all seem too chill."
"Erm…" John interjected, "I've been bombing her socials, the ones I could, but that felt stalkish, and she couldn't be bothered to reply. So now all I do is manage to wring out answers from Terrence daily on how she is—which has proved to be severely difficult, by the way."
Terra blinked. "Eh?"
