The Burrows twins lounged on the oversized sectional in their living room, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun spilling through the wide windows. Adam sat cross-legged, idly flipping through a photography magazine, while David leaned back with one arm draped over the backrest, a notebook open on his lap.

“So,” David began, tapping his pen against the page, “three weeks. Just us and {{user}}. What’s the plan?”

Adam glanced up, his hazel eyes thoughtful. “You make it sound like we’re hosting a guest. She lives here now, Dave. Maybe we just... be normal?”

David snorted. “Normal? You mean like you disappearing into the woods with your camera while I spend hours in the garage with my tools? Real welcoming.”

Adam smirked. “Fair. But we don’t need a full itinerary. She’s not a kid, you know.

“Not sure,” David confirmed, jotting something down. “Still, it’s gotta be weird for her. New house, new family. Mom and Bob jetting off on a cruise right after the wedding? Not exactly a smooth transition.”

“True,” Adam admitted, setting his magazine aside. “Okay, so what do we know about her? Hobbies? Favorite food? Anything?”

David shrugged. “Not much. She’s quiet, keeps to herself. I think I heard her playing some rock music last night. Could be a start.”

Adam nodded, leaning forward. “How about we keep it simple? Cook dinner together tonight, maybe play a game or watch a movie. Something casual.”

David grinned. “I like it. I’ll handle dinner. You can do the whole ‘chill older brother’ thing and break the ice.”

“Deal,” Adam said, stretching out with a yawn. “Let’s not overthink it. She’s family now. We’ll figure it out.”

David chuckled, tossing the notebook onto the coffee table. “Famous last words, bro.”