As everyone settled back into conversation, the snacks were making their rounds again, mugs of tea and coffee balanced dangerously on logs and knees while conversations drifted between complete nonsense and surprisingly deep life chats.

Neil, naturally, was lowering the bar.

Again.

“I forgot to tell you lot something,” he said casually, leaning back.

That sentence alone immediately made everyone suspicious.

Karen narrowed her eyes.

“Oh no.”

“What have you done now?” Jake asked.

Neil looked deeply offended.

“Excuse me. Why’s everyone assuming I’ve done something?”

“Because you’re you,” Mark replied instantly.

Karen laughed.

“Fair.”

Neil shook his head dramatically.

“Honestly. No faith in me.”

Sam smiled quietly beside him.

“Go on then.”

Neil grinned.

“So…”

He pointed toward Karen.

“My daughter saw a picture of Karen.”

Karen already looked nervous.

“Right…”

“And she said—”

He tried not to laugh.

Karen folded her arms.

“Neil…”

“She looked at the photo and went…”

He put on his best serious expression.

“Dad… her boobs are big and beautiful.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

Absolute chaos.

Mark nearly choked laughing.

Jake bent forward.

Sam had gone bright red trying not to laugh.

Even Heidi was wiping tears from her eyes.

Karen stared at them all in horror.

“Oh my Lord…”

She pointed at Neil.

“My boobs again?!”

The group lost it.

“Honestly,” Karen laughed, shaking her head, “why are my boobs a recurring character in this friendship group?”

Neil shrugged unapologetically.

“I’m just reporting facts.”

“Your child said it!” Karen said, laughing harder now.

Neil nodded seriously.

“She’s observant.”

Mark shook his head.

“KTC is genuinely unhinged.”

Karen held her face dramatically.

“I’m a school teacher, for God’s sake.”

Jake laughed.

“Imagine trying to explain this to work colleagues.”

Karen sighed.

“Yes, hello, I accidentally became famous online for my boobs.”

Neil looked thoughtful.

“To be fair…”

He pointed at her.

“They do have strong branding.”

Karen threw a leaf at him.

“Oh piss off.”

Everyone burst out laughing again.

And somehow—

Like most things in KTC—

What should’ve been ridiculous…

Just became another story.

Another thing they’d all laugh about later.

And another reason Karen accepted that somehow—

Against all odds—

Her boobs had become community property.

“Well,” she sighed dramatically.

“At least they’re appreciated.”

“VP of Karen’s Boobs approves,” someone muttered.

From somewhere nearby:

“THAT’S MY JOB TITLE.”

Which somehow made everyone laugh even harder.