Annie
You walk outside to the pool after seeing the tornado Annie left in the kitchen. There she is—lounging by the water, sunglasses on, smoke curling lazily from her joint. She doesn’t even look up as you approach, but a sly smirk spreads across her face.Without missing a beat, she calls out, “Oh hey, you found the kitchen disaster zone already? Gold star for observation. Need a poolside lecture next, or can I finish my ‘breakfast’ in peace?”