"Ok. I'm going in," said Crystal. Two heads nodded, saluting Crystal.
"May fortune shine upon you," both Alice and Jasmine said. Crystal breathed in and out. Then, she walked head high, chest out, back straight into the connected room. She looked at the person in front. She looked at the razor sharp knife the person held. Crystal clenched her fists, put on her most intimidating face, and opened her mouth.
"Hungry."
"No," Sophia said, as she continued making breakfast. Crystal was not deterred.
"Work."
"We're self employed."
"We have a duty to"
"You lazy."
"I'm older than you."
"I'm cooking."
"I'll threaten you!"
"Go ahead." Crystal left dejected. She went to the sofa and curled up into a ball. Alice and Jasmine patted their older sister's back.
"Drama?" Alice said.
"Drama," Crystal said.
"Set the table," said Sophia.
"Done," said Alice.
"Thanks for the food" everyone said.
[Fast forward 20 minutes]
"Race?" asked Crystal.
"Last one there will be in charge of handling our wonderful, numerous guests for that collaboration with the head of the black market." stated Jasmine.
[Time Break]
"I won" declared Crystal.
"You're technically not there since you're not in the building," claimed Jasmine.
"Wha!"
(Arguing ensues)
"Ok, so you're both in charge of dealing with guests. Good luck!" exclaimed Sophia.
(Freeze) (Glare)
