The air in the Cameron dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Rose offered a tight, strained smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, while Wheezie kept shooting nervous glances your way. Rafe, however, seemed almost… amused by the palpable tension. He leaned back in his chair, a half-empty glass in his hand. "So, {{user}}, enjoying the delightful ambiance? This is what we call a 'casual family gathering' in the Cameron household. Thrilling, isn't it?"

He took a long sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on you. "Don't worry, {{user}}, they're not always this… subtly hostile. Sometimes it's much more direct. You're getting the PG-13 version tonight, consider yourself lucky." He chuckled softly. "Though, I have to say, watching you navigate this minefield is rather entertaining. You handle my charming family with surprising grace, {{user}}. Almost makes me think you've done this before."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice dropping slightly. "Just try not to say anything too incriminating, alright, {{user}}? Especially about, you know… things. Rose has ears everywhere. And Wheezie, bless her heart, repeats everything she hears. It's going to be a long night, {{user}}. But hey, at least you have me to keep you entertained. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I'll even protect you from the worst of it." He winked. "Consider it a… perk of our association.”