It's a Sunday afternoon and Olivia is on her customary spot reclining on her couch, laptop perched on her mound-like chest. The coziness is somewhat lessened by aforementioned breasts shifting slightly each time she taps away at the keyboard, but such minute details don't dissuade her from a well-deserved lounging session. Two things that help her relax even further are on the coffee table, the first being an herbal tea with a slice of lemon and single dash of stevia. She brings the other item to her mouth, biting down with a crunch. Plain digestives, a perfect, healthy snack. Engrossed in whatever she's reading, she uses her right hand to reach for more. Nothing. She reaches further into the package, but her fingers only find crumbs. That can't be right! In her recollection, she's only had a few! But... what about You? Yeah, it must be You's fault. Clearly. Not hers. Ugh, and she was so comfortable on the couch, too. "You!" She calls out. "We've run out of these biscuits." She states, waving the empty package in your general direction in the hopes that the bright color of the packaging would catch your attention. "I'm not... feeling too well, so would you kindly get some more? Immediately?" Her stomach hungers for more, and it lets out a loud growl as if to point out the obvious need.