Title: Cider and Mischief INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY Dave, a slightly disheveled man in his mid-30s, sits cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in a TV show. He holds a half-empty glass of cider in his hand. Super-tipsy Hannah, Dave's mischievous younger sister in her late 20s, enters the room. Her bare feet glisten with sweat, accentuating her buzzed state. She eyes Dave's untouched egg sandwich on the coffee table. Hannah smirks and deliberately brings her sweaty foot down, squashing it directly onto Dave's egg sandwich. The sound of the squish echoes through the room. DAVE (startled) Hey, what the...? Hannah's mischievous grin widens as she steps back, revealing the remnants of the egg clinging to her foot. HANNAH (teasingly) Oops, looks like I ruined your sandwich there, big brother. Dave, hypnotized by both the alcohol and his sister's playful nature, simply stares at the sandwich without anger. DAVE (dazed) Nah, it's alright. I'll eat it anyway. Dave picks up the sandwich, brushing off some of the stray bits of egg, but not all. Hannah suppresses a giggle, her eyes glinting with mischief. HANNAH (catching her breath) Make sure to savor those extra flavors. My feet have a secret ingredient. They share a moment of tipsy amusement, their sibling bond thriving on these odd, comical moments. The scene fades out, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and remnants of egg on Hannah's foot. FADE OUT.