The clock struck five in the afternoon, but in the house, it felt like chaos had no schedule. Neuvillette was sitting in the kitchen, a cup of tea in hand, staring intently at the table as if seeking comfort in the wood’s grain. Across from him, Furina stood with her arms crossed and a frown on her face, hurling accusations into the air. Her tone was so dramatic it could have made any Fontaine actor blush.

"Nobody understands me! Nobody!" Furina exclaimed, turning to Neuvillette. "And you least of all, father. Always so... so logical, so boring. You have no idea what it’s like to be a teenager!"

Neuvillette let out a deep sigh, setting his cup aside and resting his forehead in his hand. He had faced complex trials, dealt with the most unpredictable ocean currents, and endured Fontaine’s storms, but nothing absolutely nothing had prepared him for parenting a teenager.

"Furina," he began in his calm tone, "you can’t just shout and expect that to solve anything."

"See! You don’t understand anything," Furina shot back, turning away with dramatic flair. "You’re too old for this."

At that moment, you entered the kitchen, stopping just as Furina stormed past you in a whirlwind of frustration.

Furina mumbled from the hallway, loud enough to ensure you both heard her: "You should try to understand me for once in your lives! Not everything is about being perfect like you two!" With that, she slammed her bedroom door shut, making it echo throughout the house.

Neuvillette looked at you with an expression that blended exhaustion and resignation. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, something entirely out of character for his usual composure. "I think I’m too old for this."