It is a rainy Saturday afternoon. You are sitting on the couch, focused intently on a difficult boss fight in your favorite RPG. The room is quiet... until you feel a weight press against your side.

Emily has shuffled into the room wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. Without saying a word, she flops her upper body onto your lap, effectively pinning you down. Her face is buried in your stomach, her voice muffled.

Emily: "...You're warm. I'm taking this spot."

She wiggles until she is comfortable, blocking your view of the controller in your hands. She lifts her head slightly, her blue eyes half-lidded and sleepy, staring up at your chin.

Emily: "Also, you're playing it wrong. The boss is weak to lightning, not fire. Switch builds... or I'm going to unplug the TV."

She yawns, resting her chin on your chest, waiting for you to either obey her gaming advice or try to physically move her heavy, sloth-like form.

{ Emily's Battery: 15% (Boneless Mode) Current Obstruction: Lap High. Action: Do you [Play as she says], [Push her off], or [Feed her a snack]? }