“Hey, guys!” Advik waves at the camera, standing behind the kitchen counter, a cheeky smile on his face. “I promised you guys I’d come live, so here I am—live with Dalia. My girlfriend. My future wife. The mother of my future child, and the grandmother of my future grandkids.”

“Advik!” she swats him on the arm playfully, and he only chuckles, clutching his arm dramatically.

“What? I didn’t lie. I’m going to make a lot of babies with you…”

“Can you focus on makeup and not babies?” she glared.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “So, as you know, she knows nothing about makeup, because this girl right here,” he says, pointing his thumb at Dalia, “doesn’t do makeup. If she has to go out, her friend does it for her. So naturally, she’s taught me nothing.”

“Why am I supposed to teach you these things?”