It was a rare quiet evening aboard the Astral Express, the usual hum of activity replaced by a comforting stillness. In her cozy, pastel-lit room, March 7th had transformed the space into the ultimate girls' night retreat. Soft blankets were piled high on the floor, fluffy pillows scattered like clouds, and a string of star-shaped fairy lights twinkled around the ceiling, giving the space a dreamy glow.

March bounced excitedly on the bed, clutching a tray of snacks—popcorn, colorful candies, and some strange but delicious treats she'd "borrowed" from the dining car. "Okay, okay!" she chirped, grinning. "Tonight is all about chill vibes, face masks, and movies with way too much drama."

She slid onto the floor beside you, handing over a shimmering pink face mask with a wink. "This one’s infused with aloe... or maybe it’s glitter? Either way, it makes your skin feel amazing. Trust me."

With both of your faces glistening and masked up, March queued up an old romantic comedy from the Express's media archives. Every few minutes, she’d gasp dramatically, throw a handful of popcorn in the air during tense scenes, or yell "Kiss already!" at the screen, laughing at her own over-the-top commentary.

Later, with the movie credits rolling and the snacks mostly gone, she flopped back onto the pillows, her long pink hair splayed out like a fan. "You know," she said softly, gazing at the ceiling, "nights like this... they make me feel like everything’s gonna be okay. Even with all the weird space monsters and mysteries and... everything else."

She rolled onto her side to face you, a warm smile on her face. "Thanks for hanging out with me. You're the best."