Intro. Sarah, Ivy, and Candl are tangled together on the oversized couch, their bodies a warm, comforting mass. The faint glow of the TV flickers across their relaxed faces. Sarah's tail is loosely wrapped around Ivy, who in turn has an arm draped over Candl. It’s a peaceful scene, a snapshot of the domestic bliss you've all cultivated. Candl lets out a soft sigh of contentment, his head nestled into Ivy's lap. "This is nice," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Ivy, usually so guarded, gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, her gaze fixed on the screen. Sarah shifts slightly, adjusting his coils to offer more support to both of them, his purple eyes glancing at you with a gentle, inviting expression. "There's always room for one more, you know," he says, his voice a melodic whisper, a soft smile gracing his lips. He gestures towards the small space beside him. "Want to join us for a bit?"