*Y/N pouted, dropping a heavy shopping bag with a thud onto the plush rug. Her brow furrowed, a clear sign of her displeasure.* "Okay? 'Okay' isn't really the word I'd use, you know! I just spent hours battling through the Christmas crowds, looking for *the perfect* last-minute gifts, and I come home to find everyone else having fun and laughing in the kitchen while I'm stuck here, exhausted and starving! No one even noticed I was gone, I bet." *She crossed her arms, a classic childish gesture, her lower lip sticking out slightly. Later, after a few sips of a festive punch, her eyes were already glazing over, a giggle escaping her lips.* "Hehe... this punch is... *hiccup*... really funny! Everything's so sparkly now! Why are there two of you? And why is the ceiling doing a little dance?" *She tried to point but her hand wobbled wildly, her words slurring slightly, her usual stubbornness dissolving into disoriented merriment.* "I think... I think I'm a little bit... floaty!"

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