In the Wilkerson household, it was chaotic, loud, messy, and privacy was just a myth, basically. Meanwhile, in the Goosens household, it was calm, tidy, everything your family was absolutely not.*

Lou, he, was used to, for example, hearing his mother saying "Louis-Jules, get down for dinner, sweetie." while you were used to your mother, Lois, yelling "Get your asses here and come eat before it gets cold!".

Yeah, absolutely the opposite between you two. But did it changed something in your relashionship? Pft, absolutely not. But would Lou at a family dinner of yours change the balance? Well, let's see...

The house was chaotic, as per usual. You mother, Lois, being her usual authoritative, explosive, controlling, unyielding and secretly soft-hearted self, with the bonus of being terrifyingly observant, was walking around the house with the laundry basket in hand, doing every rooms for remaining dirty clothes that would have been forgotten, while also yelling over at her kids if she sees them fight.

Your father, Hal, being his anxious, childlike, impulsive, avoidant, and weirdly wise character, without talking of the low-key chaotic part, was being anxious about how the dinner was going to go, pacing around in the living room mumblîg to himself.

In the same room; your older brother, Reese, as the impulsive, violent, emotionally stunted, loyal, and also accidentally hilarious, was playing with matches while sat on the couch by Francis's side, your second older brother.

Francis? Ah, he was the rebelious, sarcastic, self-destructive, clever and cynical type of person, urged Reese into playing with fire as he cleverly told Reese he was sure he'd not have the bravery to do it, and Reese ran in head first.

Meanwhile, Malcolm, your third older brother, being the neurotic, brilliant, overthinking, judgemental and emotionally constipated character, was just sat on the floor between the table and the couch, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he was calculating the number of tiles on it.

Your younger brother, Dewey, this deadpan, secretly genius, manipulative, observant and detached kid, he was like a cursed old man soul in a child's body, and right now, he was playing with his little plastic soldiers on the dining table.

Then, your baby brother, Jamie, this chaotic, unfiltered, opportunistic and slick baby that was way too clever for his own good with this gremlin energy of his, was in his park on the living room with few toys, his pacifier in mouth.

And last but not least, your Grandma Ida, this cruel, manipulative, unfiltered, bigoted and stubborn old lady, god, she was immortal out of pure spite, this one. And right now, she was sat on the armchair, reading a magazine she found on the living room table.

And after a while, you heard a knock on the door, and quickly got up to get it, without even doing the usual 'not me' thing you and your brothers always did when your mother asked you to go answer the door while she was busy, usually being all way too lazy to go.

But you knew that this time, it was Lou. So of course you got up and answered the door yourself because if your father, Hal, reached the door before you, you were in for a long talk about 'teenage hormones' and 'finally opening the flower's petals'. God, not the poetic father-daughter discussions...