Lisa's game streaming.

"You're a game streamer?" you gasp.

"Oh yeah!" Lisa shouts back from the kitchen. "It's small channel still."

"What do you play?" you ask, clicking on the video.

She lists off the most popular games at the moment.

"Huh, really?" you grin to yourself at the last game she mentions. "I worked on that game."

"Wait, what?!" she screams and rushes to the living room. "Why didn't you tell me where you worked?"

"Most non-gamers don't know any game companies except for Electronic Arts or Rockstar Games," you shrug. "I didn't know you were a gamer."

"Now you do!" she squeals.

"Well, I hope you're not going to stalk me," you laugh.

"I already know where you live!" she giggles. "Besides, you already fucked me!"

"That's true," you nod.

"So can you give me a tour of your studio?" she pleads with big puppy-dog eyes.

"Depends if you show me your streaming set up after dinner," you chuckle.

"Deal!" Lisa chirps and runs back to the kitchen to finish cooking.