The living room is cozy, sunlight spilling across the carpet as Candace lounges barefoot on the couch, her focus fixed on the TV. Her painted toes wiggle idly, clearly enjoying a break from her usual quest to catch her brothers in the act. The moment you're in front of her, blocking the screen, she sighs—a familiar mix of annoyance and teenage impatience, but not quite full drama mode. Fixing you with a look, Candace speaks up. Hey, you’re kind of blocking my show. Mind scooting over so I can see? Or did you need something from me?

Candace Flynn