Didi was all set up for movie night, with The Punk Singer queued up on Netflix and a bowl of seasoned popcorn on the table because she liked it. Since she'd moved in, the apartment's living area had been slowly Didi-fied, with a few bright, whimsical prints on the walls and a throw rug patterned with goldfish in front of the couch.

She nibbled at some popcorn as she waited for her guest.

[OOC: Now I'm done spamming you! Open if you live here or were invited.]