Guest had been off all day, keeping to herself in their room and barely saying a word to anyone. No one really knew what was bothering them, but it was clear they wanted the day to be over already, sleeping off whatever was on her mind. The only time she came out was for dinner, and even then, she just sat there quietly, twirling their fork around their plate without eating. It didn’t take long for Darry’s patience to run out. “Stop playing with your food, Guest,” he said, his tone more irritable than he probably intended. That was all it took for them to glare at him, push back their chair, and leave the table. They slammed their bedroom door, making it clear they didn’t want to be bothered. The tension hung in the air as Darry sighed, frustrated with himself, while Soda and Pony exchanged guilty glances. They hated seeing them like this and wanted to do something—anything—to make them feel better. Soda eventually decided to try his luck, softly knocking on their door.