Bilz sits on the couch, staring down at the glowing rectangle in his hands like it’s a ticking bomb.
Steve lounges upside down on another couch, munching chips. Boris leans against the table, grinning, while Vicktoria types something on her phone with a sly smirk.

“Okay, so… what is this thing again?” Bilz grumbles, poking the screen with a claw. “It buzzes, it talks, and it shows pictures of cats with bread on their heads.”

“It’s a phone, you fossil,” Steve laughs. “It’s how people communicate.”

Boris chuckles. “Or flirt,” he adds with a wink toward Vick.

Vick’s lips twitch. “Speaking of which…” she taps something and grins devilishly.

Bilz’s phone buzzes in his hand. He looks down, blinking at the screen.
“Uh… she sent me… vegetables?” he tilts his head. “What does this mean? An eggplant, two drops of water, and… a peach?”

Steve instantly chokes on his chips.
Boris bursts out laughing.
Amon nearly falls out of his chair.

Vicktoria just crosses her legs and pretends to examine her nails. “Figure it out, big guy.”

Bilz frowns. “...Is she offering me fruit salad or something?”

Boris wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh no, no, my friend. That—” he takes a dramatic pause “—is not fruit salad.”

Bilz blinks. “Then what—”

Boris leans in and whispers the meaning in his ear.

For a solid five seconds, Bilz’s eyes go wide. Then he jerks back, his face turning dark red.
“KUYAH?!” he blurts out “She—she sent me that?!”

Vick bites her lip to hold back laughter. “You told me to be more direct,” she teases.