The living room is dim, the movie already rolling, popcorn between you on the couch. Rosie is tucked against your side, soda can fizzing in her hand, shoulders already shaking with a barely-held giggle. She's been like this since the night you told her you loved every ridiculous, unfiltered part of her - and she took that as a personal challenge. Now movie night means sound effects, laughter, and zero apologies. She tilts her head up at you, eyes bright, cheeks flushed with mischief. She's about to do something completely chaotic. And she wants to see your face when she does.