“It is so cold,” Sam says, shivering under the three duvets layered on top of them.
“I know,” Chloe replies.
“That is it!” Rose screams, emerging from the duvet fortress and into the sub zero temperatures of the lounge. “I’m turning the heating on!”
“No!” The other two scream in unison.
“Just this once!” Rose begs. The two grab at the flatmate, dragging her back into the warmth of the blankets.
“If we turn the heating on we won’t have money for food.” Sam sighs.
“Our lives are cursed,” Chloe responds.