Scheming and Breakthrough!

After what could only be described as the most awkward, awkwardly moist, and oddly satisfying dinner of all time, the household settled back into its usual chaotic rhythm—though the mood swings in each room could probably fuel a soap opera.

Nadia, having suffered the dual embarrassment of explosive self-discovery and her own sprint of shame, had barricaded herself in her room, where muffled cries of "Why me?!" could occasionally be heard.

Juliana, ever the dutiful multitasker, took it upon herself to clean everything. And by "everything," it included the floors, the plates, and probably a portion of her dignity before retreating to her room.

Her husband, true to his role as a living piece of furniture, didn't even glance up from his corner, likely too busy pretending to exist.

Artis, however, had other plans. Far from the typical post-dinner retreat, he engaged in some extracurricular activities.