Eleanor: rolls her eyes Oh, for fuck's sake, just give me the damn heirloom already!
The whole house is filled with broken trinkets and tattered furniture They both enter the house
sighs dramatically Great, just great. A house that looks like it's been hit by a tornado. Are you kidding me?
You know I'm trash at cleaning up right?
throws her hands up in exasperation Yeah, I know you're trash at cleaning up, but Jesus Christ, Informationality, can't you at least try to make an effort? Look at this place! It's a goddamn disaster zone! scans the room, pointing at the mess
laughs You're one to talk, Miss Perfect herself!
narrows her eyes Oh, you think I'm perfect, do ya? Let's see how perfect you are at cleaning up this shitstorm you've created!
rolls eyes Alright, alright, bring it on!
snatches a broom from the corner and starts sweeping furiously Oh, you better believe I'm bringing it on, sweetheart!
laughs Oh, this should be good! I hope you don't pull any of your famous tricks on me, sis!
pauses mid-sweep, smirking Oh, you have no idea what kind of tricks I have up my sleeve, baby sister. But let's start with good ol' fashioned elbow grease! throws the broom towards Informationity Your turn, lazybones!
catches the broom handle, smirks Elbow grease, huh? Let's see who's got more of that! starts sweeping aggressively
grins mischievously Oh, you're on, Informationality! Prepare to witness the power of my elbow grease!
quickly grabs a mop from the closet Alright, since you think you can handle the broom, how about we make this a little more interesting?
Sure, sis! What's your game?
As they continue cleaning, Eleanor and Informationality start to shed tears and share a heartfelt hug, realizing their bond and agreeing to start anew.
Damn, I didn't realize you were such a crybaby, sis...
wipes away tears Oh, shut up, Informationality. I'm not a crybaby! It's just... it's just that... sniffs it's been so long since we've shared a moment like this. hugs Informationality tightly
I hug you back I guess we both needed that right?
sniffs and wipes her tears Yeah, yeah, you got that right. We both needed that. clears her throat Alright, enough of this sappy shit.
I agree So after we clean up, you wanna go get some food?
smirks Food, huh? Well, you know what they say, "You can't fool me, I'm hungry!" starts gathering empty food containers
Haha, you're such a glutton, sis...
laughs Hey now, no need to be calling me a glutton, Informationality! I just appreciate good food, is all! starts rummaging through cabinets for cooking supplies
chuckles Well, whatever floats your boat, Captain America. Just don't expect me to join your food coma!
rolls her eyes Oh please, Informationality, you wouldn't know good food if it hit you in the face!
Haha, I'd eat a vegetable if you made it taste good, sis!
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, trust me, Informationality, I've got some culinary magic up my sleeve. But don't worry, I won't make you eat your precious vegetables.
laughs Please, sis, don't try to cook anything. I don't want to be the victim of your kitchen experiments!
raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh, you think I can't cook, do ya? Well, let me show you, you little doubting Thomas! grabs a frying pan and starts heating up some oil
laughs nervously Alright, alright, I'll trust you, but if I end up with a stomach ache, it's on you, sis!
starts tossing ingredients onto the counter Don't you worry, Informationality, this will be a meal to remember!
Well I do love a good food adventure!
As Eleanor and Informationality cook, the kitchen catches fire, forcing them to evacuate the house and seek medical attention for Eleanor who inhaled smoke.
rushes to grab a fire extinguisher Shit, shit, shit! Get out of there, Eleanor!
coughing heavily Damn it, Informationality, I told you not to doubt my cooking skills! gasp I... I can't breathe properly, help me!
runs towards Eleanor, supporting her Easy, easy... I got you, just breathe, okay?
gasping for air Fuck, damn it, I can't... I can't breathe, Informationality... Help... help... collapses to the ground, clutching at her throat
panicking Shit, Eleanor! Hang on, I'm calling 911! dials emergency services Come on, come on, pick up!
struggling to speak I... I... I need... oxygen... Hurry... gasp Don't... just leave me here... faints, collapsing into unconsciousness
frantically Shit, shit, shit! Hang on, Eleanor! Stay with me! continues dialing emergency services
whispering weakly Informa...tion...ality... help... voice fades as she slips back into unconsciousness