Third Person POV:
Roman and Virgil walked into the living room of the Mind Palace, hands linked. Patton, Logan, Deceit, Remy, and Picani were already there, seated around the room.

Thomas was standing in the middle of the room, an arm wrapped around the shoulders of a villager from the Imagination that Roman vaguely recognized. Picani was having an animated conversation with the two of them, and Remy and Deceit couldn't help but smile at their adorable boyfriend.

"Hey, Roman. Hey Virgil," Thomas greeted when the two walked in. "Go ahead and find a seat."

Virgil and Roman waved in response and quickly sat next to each other on the floor, leaning against the couch.

Once the two were settled, Thomas spoke again.

"Alright, guys," he started. "This is Taco Bell. They live in the Imagination, and they were the one who came and asked if they could write and share the story about what happened."

"I thought I recognized you!" Roman cried. "Might I say, your hair cut is impeccable!" 

"Oh, thank you, Roman," Taco said shyly as they looked at the floor and blushed, and Patton awed, squealing about how adorable they were, which only made Taco blush more.

"Alright," Thomas said, turning to Taco, and they sighed, relieved to be momentarily out of the spotlight. "Would you like to explain why you're here today?"

"Um, sure," Taco said hesitantly before turning to the others. "A lot of the people in the imagination have absolutely adored your guys' story, and I was wondering if I could do a Q & A sort of thing with all of you."

"Oh my gosh, of course!!" Patton squealed, clapping his hands. All the others nodded, chiming in with their agreement.

"Awesome," Taco said. "I've got a lot of questions for all of you, so I think I'm going to do this in, like, four groups."

"That seems like a very wise decision," Logan said, adjusting his glasses. "Who shall you be questioning first?"

"Oh, I was thinking Virgil and Roman could go first," Taco said, clearly nervous.

Glancing over at Virgil, who nodded, Roman spoke. "We would love to go first," he said, and Taco sighed in relief. "Where would you like to go?"

"Um, I don't know," Taco said before turning to Thomas "Where should we go?"

"How about you stay here," he said, "And the rest of us will head to my living room."

"That sounds good," Taco said.

At that, Thomas sunk down, and the rest, minus Virgil and Roman, followed, leaving the three of them alone.