It seemed like everyone always wanted Plat, but finally Bryn had gotten him alone, in a room with a real bed even. A long moment passed where the only sound in the room was their breathing, and they gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each losing themselves in the other's eyes. Finally, Plat broke the silence.

"So."
"So?"
"Wanna play Kirby?"
"I... what?"
"Would you like to play Kirby with me?"
"Uh. Sure, I guess?"

And so they did.