"Alright, play time!!!" Ethan announced dramatically, clapping his hands together like an overly excited child. He stood in the center of the living room like some self-declared ringmaster, his grin wide and eyes sparkling with mischief.
After dinner, everyone had moved to the grand living area...soft lighting, plush couches, the scent of fresh flowers from the garden drifting through the windows. The fireplace crackled gently in the background, adding just the right amount of warmth to the air.
Grandpa Arthur had already excused himself, yawning as he waved his hand. "You young ones enjoy. My bones prefer soft beds now."
And off he went to his room, while the rest of them found themselves circled around, unsure what Ethan was about to pull.
"You all are so stiff!" Ethan declared, putting his hands on his hips. "Always typing, clicking, nodding, planning strategies... Hah! You forgot how to live! All of you are corporate robots, even Lilith!"
