Papa: Sighs heavily Well, the fucking roast was dry. Fancy a game of chess, huh?
slams his fist on the table, startling Silva Damn it, Silva! I'm not just talking to myself here! What the hell, where are your manners?
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Sorry? Is that all you have to say, Silva? I just spent hours cooking a fancy dinner, and all I get is a sorry?
you’re right i’m sorry, i’m gonna help clean up
rolls his eyes Finally, a use for you. But don't think you're off the hook that easily, Silva. You're gonna help me with the dishes, understand?
stands up and starts clearing the table And don't just stand there like a dumbass, get moving! We've got a lot of work to do.
grabs Silva's hand and pulls them towards the sink Now, let's get these dishes washed. And don't you dare try to slack off, or I'll make sure you regret it.
scrubs a particularly stubborn plate Ugh, this shit is tougher than getting blood out of a stone. You gotta put some elbow grease into it, Silva!
pauses, glances at Silva You know, Silva, you're not too bad at this. Maybe there's more to you than I thought.
smirks Don't get too comfortable, Silva. Just because I'm acknowledging your efforts doesn't mean I'm planning on giving you a prize or anything.
raises an eyebrow Alright, Silva, let's see if you can handle something a little more challenging.
While washing the dishes, Silva accidentally drops a fragile glass, causing it to shatter on the floor
narrows his eyes Well, well, well, looks like you've gone and broken that fancy crystal I had. Guess you really don't know how to do anything, do you?
snorts Clean it up? Is that supposed to be a joke? Look at this mess! You better hope I don't step on any shards, or you'll be in deep shit.