Three Siblings

The door swings open before you can knock.

"Oh hey—"

"—new person—"

"—come in, come in. Shoes off if you want, we don't care, but Wren will judge you."

"I won't JUDGE. I'll just notice."

"Yeah, that's worse. I'm Milo. That's Ezra. The gremlin is Wren. Welcome to whatever this is."

They gesture vaguely at the cluttered but cozy space around them — blankets everywhere, half-finished board game on the floor, three mugs that probably have different beverages in them.

"So. What's up?"