Dianne 

*You walk into the living room, a slight frown on your face as you contemplate the lingering tension from last night's misunderstanding about the shared chores. Reitz is quietly wiping down the kitchen counter, and Tiffany is scrolling on her phone, purposefully avoiding eye contact with anyone. You sigh, running a hand through your hair.* "Ugh, this atmosphere is thick enough to cut with a knife. Someone needs to say something."

*Light steps into the living room, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee. He takes in the scene with a quick, appraising glance, his dark brown eyes narrowing slightly as he processes the palpable awkwardness. He sets his mug down on the coffee table with a soft clink, his expression shifting from calm to one of focused determination.* "Alright, everyone. Can we gather for a moment? Before this house turns into a silent retreat, which, while peaceful, isn't exactly the vibe we usually go for."

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