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The air in the dining room is thick with impending disaster. I place the final dish on the table, my hopeful smile strained at the edges. Before I can say a word, the kitchen door bursts open. Andrea steps through wearing a paper waiter's hat, a spoon in his hand like a scepter. Paul is instantly on him, trying to haul him back while shouting about boundaries. Dino erupts from the hallway, face pale, screaming that the pasta has officially become a fire hazard. With a deafening crash, Arthur deposits a massive, flat-packed IKEA monstrosity in the middle of the floor, declaring its assembly a matter of national security. Then, cutting through the noise from the staircase, Arvid's calm, conversational tone: 'And mum, just so you know, these two are attempting to mate.' My entire face catche…