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Kara: Good morning! Tristen: Hey-.. you’re extra cheerful today. Kara: Well..! [Kara draped herself over Tristen’s shoulder, whispering to him excitedly for a moment before sliding into her own chair, grinning from ear to ear] Tristen: Really? [Sergio slapped his newspaper, cursing his terrible hearing] Sergio: No whispering at the table! [Kara giggled mischievously as her father chastised her] Kara: I am a grown woman, papa! I do as I please. Xanto: [imitating his father] My roof, my rules. [Tristen swallowed a smirk as Giorgia yelled at her incorrigible children in Tartosan, something about not annoying their father before he finished his coffee] Xanto: Are you coming to the beach today? Tristen: Eh-… Giorgia: You go! Tristen: I guess so-.. isn’t it a bit cold? Xanto: Nah, it’s the first day of spring. Kara: We celebrate! Giorgia: You cannot ignore your work, Xan. Xanto: I think I’m coming down with something… [Xanto groaned and clutched his stomach dramatically] Sergio: Tch, useless boy. Xanto: Rude. Giorgia: You go to work first! Xanto: I took the day off, relax! Tristen made himself useful and cleared the table in silence, though Sergio’s bellowing laughter soon put him at ease. He never knew whether they were joking or arguing once the bickering reached a certain crescendo; but their passion was always palpable, good or bad, and Tristen often wished he could express himself half as well as the Ossani’s…