Neville woke up with an unusual spring in his step.
[Favorability: 13%]
The favorability bar had climbed to thirteen percent overnight, and he had absolutely no idea why. He stared at the holographic screen hovering at the corner of his vision. He blinked twice to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
[Good morning, host! ✺◟(＾∇＾)◞✺] Shelly's cheerful voice rang in his mind, spinning with barely contained excitement in the system space. [Congratulations on the unexpected progress! At this rate, you'll be done in... approximately twelve more years!]
"Your math is terrible," Neville muttered, rolling out of bed and padding toward the bathroom. "And why did it even go up? I didn't do anything special yesterday."
[Who knows? Maybe you smiled at him at the right angle. Perhaps the stars aligned. Perhaps he just thought about you before bed—]
