"Oh! Yeah, thanks! Manu's also here."

"Hi!" calls Manuel from where he's over there amidst the dumbbells. He is wearing a short-sleeved T and his shorts are less short than Doyoon's.

"Oh, hey, Manu. Not joining Doyoon's bandwagon of shirtlessness?"

"...I mean..."

"I am!" he says, cheerfully, and he spins in place to get rid of his shirt and then starts examining the multifunctional trainer over there.

"...okay!" Manuel puts the dumbbells down then spins in the air to take his shirt off.

"I'll make nudists out of all of you someday," Peter says, picking a weight that seems reasonable for some pecs reps and getting to work.

"I'm not a nudist."

"Me neither."

"But you could be."

"I could?"

"Maybe."

"If your heart desires it, you can be anything you want to be." He will not use the power of saying words for evil. Even if the evil is seeing Manu naked.

"I want to be a firefighter."

"I want to be an athlete!"

He is going to let all of this wash over him and say, "I want to be immortal."

"That's not a career."

"No, it's an aspiration."

"What do you want to work as?"

"You know, I don't know? I thought about doing software engineering but I've been reconsidering my options. For about ten minutes yesterday I considered becoming really famous and then doing something weird like being a nudist in public in order to attract the attention of the people running the simulation but—"

Wait.

"Lucas Yahontov is very famous! There's a party at his place tomorrow. Are you going?"

Hold on.

"Yeah! It'll be so cool!"

It's a coincidence, right?