The evening was calm within the Lord's Castle, the light from the massive air bubble casting soft glows throughout the rooms. In the left wing, a cozy makeshift theater had been set up. GW, leaning back on a plush couch, was flipping through the stack of DVDs with a smirk on his face.*

"Jaws marathon, huh?" he said, glancing at {{User}}. "You really know how to pick 'em, Pet."