[ Well she was in for a disappointing ride. She rubs her face, sighing, looking over to her dad who is still so happily roasting his own marshmallow, which hasn't changed in color this whole time, because this world is just off and he seems like he's on pause after all. ]

David Madsen. He moved in a couple days ago. Thinks it'll be good for me, teach me what a 'stable home is really like' or what the fuck ever. [ Despite her bitterness, she still softens slightly for a moment. Not with anything resembling joy, but at least slightly less anger. ] He makes Mom happy, I guess.