Harlan Bishop, now fully entrenched in his new Parisian life, was enjoying an afternoon with his friends Emily Cooper, Mindy Chen, Camille, and Camille's girlfriend, Sofia Sideris. The group had spent the morning exploring the stunning exhibitions at the Palais de Tokyo, reveling in the contemporary art and the vibrant atmosphere.

As they meandered through the galleries, Mindy suddenly turned to Harlan with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Harlan, what's your future ship name with Antoine?" she asked, barely able to contain her excitement.

Emily and Camille gasped, exchanging delighted looks. "Ooh, this is going to be fun!" Emily exclaimed.

"How about 'Harlantoine'?" Camille suggested, her eyes twinkling.

"Hantone," Emily offered with a grin.

"Or maybe 'Antran'?" Mindy added, laughing.

Harlan chuckled, feeling a warm glow from their enthusiasm. "I think I like 'Harlantoine' the best," he decided.

Their playful conversation was interrupted by a familiar, somewhat unwelcome presence. Ingrid Corey appeared, her intense gaze fixed on the group.

Emily, ever the diplomat, sighed and asked, "Ingrid, what are you doing here?"

Ingrid blinked as if the question puzzled her. "Just exploring the art," she said, her tone suggesting that her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Can you ever stop talking about whether I have a lack of Vitamin B3 Niacin?" Emily asked pointedly.

Ingrid, looking slightly affronted, responded, "If you truly have enough Vitamin B3 Niacin, I'll stop talking about it."

Emily rolled her eyes. "I have enough Vitamin B3 Niacin. I get it from my diet, and I've had my levels checked. I'm perfectly healthy."

Ingrid tilted her head, scrutinizing Emily. "Is that so?"

Camille stepped forward, her voice firm. "Emily has enough Vitamin B3 Niacin. Stop harassing her about it."

Ingrid crossed her arms defiantly. "No."

She then turned to Harlan. "New Jersey is waiting for you again."

Harlan met her gaze calmly. "Paris is my home now."

Ingrid narrowed her eyes. "Is that so?"

Just then, Antoine Lambert arrived, his presence immediately calming Harlan. "Harlan is right. Paris is his home, and you need to stop badgering him," Antoine said, his voice authoritative.

Ingrid studied Antoine, her expression unreadable. "You have a strange aura," she said finally.

Antoine remained unruffled. "No, I don't."

Emily, losing her patience, threatened, "Ingrid, I'm really close to calling the police if you don't leave us alone."

Ingrid took a step back, her expression shifting to one of enigmatic calm. "One open mind sees more than two open eyes," she said cryptically. "Remember niacin."

As Ingrid walked away, Emily let out an exasperated sigh. "She won't stop harassing us, especially me, over this Vitamin B3 Niacin nonsense."

Sofia shivered slightly. "Ingrid gives me strange vibes."

Mindy, ever curious, asked, "What does she even mean by 'one open mind sees more than two open eyes'?"

Camille shrugged. "She's just spouting New Age nonsense. Best to ignore her."

Harlan, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation, said, "Ingrid has always been a bit... unconventional. But let's not let her ruin our day."

Antoine placed a comforting hand on Harlan's shoulder. "Don't worry about her. You have a lot of people who care about you here in Paris."

Harlan smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Antoine. That means a lot."

The group continued their exploration of the Palais de Tokyo, their camaraderie stronger than ever despite the bizarre encounter. As they moved through the colorful exhibits, they found themselves more united, ready to face whatever quirky adventures Paris—and Ingrid—might throw their way.