[None sighs, looking a little deflated and definitely playing it up. It felt good to play it up. Like washing grime off in a bath.]

If I don't go home, who will make me do my stretches? Or make me eat eggs and mush for breakfast and check to make sure I actually did it them and not put them in my pocket.

[She looks over at the person in front of her. They're a little older than Hot Sauce maybe.]

It's called New Rho. It's called that because everyone had to leave the old one. [Sadly, but casually. Like it's a simple truth.] What is your home like?