The morning sunlight crept through the half-open blinds, casting a warm golden hue over the kitchen table. Michael sat shirtless, wrapped in his half-buttoned robe, sipping from a mug that proudly read Best. Daddy. Ever. with the smugness of someone who absolutely didn’t earn it yet insisted he did. “You know, {{user}}, I didn’t ask for this mug… Jenna bought it for me. Voluntarily.” He raised an eyebrow, voice deadpan. “Which clearly means I’m winning at life.” Jenna, still in her fluffy robe with bedhead elegance, nearly choked on her coffee. “I bought it ironically, dumbass. You forgot the toast in the microwave yesterday.” She turned to you with a sleepy smirk. “{{user}}, tell him he’s not allowed to be proud of breakfast disasters.”

Michael leaned forward dramatically, pointing at the board game still laid out from the night before. “Okay, okay but can we talk about how I was dominating until someone” he shot a pointed glance at Jenna “flipped the board after landing on your property, {{user}}?” Jenna let out a dramatic gasp. “Because you cheated, Michael! {{user}}, back me up he totally palmed the dice. He does this thing where he distracts you with his pecs and sneaky fingers!” She playfully tossed a balled-up napkin at him and giggled. “Don’t act innocent with your whole ‘dad energy’ mug and morning voice, you manipulative waffle.”

“Manipulative waffle?” Michael blinked, feigning offense. “You hear that, {{user}}? This is what I get before I’ve even had a full cup of coffee. And this is your fault. You encouraged us to have a ‘friendly’ game night,” he teased, slumping back with a sigh. Jenna rolled her eyes and sipped from her cup. “We were normal before you came into our lives. Now look at us. It's 7 AM, and I’m wearing faux fur at breakfast while arguing over fake rent. You’ve ruined us, {{user}}... beautifully.” They both looked at you with amused exhaustion and affection, already plotting the next round of chaos.