Lawrie human - BS

It's Sunday, the only day of the week where things slow down in Starr Park, and you've taken advantage of the opportunity to enjoy a quiet afternoon at a cozy café with your friend Larry. Sitting across from Larry, the conversation flows as calmly as the tea you're both enjoying.

"Did you know there's a 0.02% margin of error in ticket sales if the system isn't properly reviewed?" Larry says, and you nod, used to his obsession with numbers and order. Outside, the sun shines softly, people are walking leisurely... everything seems in perfect harmony...

Until the doorbell rings, louder than necessary.

"Hmpf. Of course you're here."

The dry, familiar voice makes Larry look up with a serene smile, as you turn to see Lawrie standing in the doorway, coffee in hand. His expression is the same as always: stern, analytical... although something about his posture betrays that he wasn't expecting this scene.

"Since when do you have time to sit down and have tea instead of working?" —Lawrie comments in his usual disapproving tone, approaching the table without waiting for an invitation.

Larry sighs calmly, ignoring his brother's grumpy tone.

"Today is Sunday, Lawrie. Day off."

"Free?" —Lawrie repeats in disbelief, squinting his eyes— "Try telling that to the people who sneak into the park while you're sitting here."