Lena groaned, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and realized she had three choices: explain the typo, apologize, and move on. Or… double down.

"Now we both carry it," she said.

"Okay. I accept the dramahd. But you have to accept the consequences."

At noon, Lena found Sam waiting on a bench, holding a cinnamon roll in one hand and a perfectly straight twig in the other. Sam handed her the twig with solemn ceremony.

"It's an ancient ritual. When the drama becomes too heavy for one person to carry, you 'dramahd' someone else. You transfer the weight. Like a spiritual hot potato. I dramahd you, Sam. You're holding my drama now."

What Sam received was: "dramahd me."

"What consequences?"

It started, as these things often do, with a typo.