"You're cheating."
"I'm winning," Haley corrected confidently.
"That's not the sa thing."
"It is if you're attractive."
Friday ga night at the Dunphy house had sohow escalated into a full-family competition involving:
board gas,
trash talking,
and Phil treating Monopoly like economic warfare.
"Real estate reveals character," Phil declared while organizing fake money aggressively.
"It reveals untreated issues," Claire replied.
Gael sat between Haley and Alex at the dining table while Luke attempted to trade imaginary alliances for snacks.
Honestly, this should have been exhausting.
Instead, Gael found himself weirdly invested in winning.
Probably because Haley beca unbearably smug anyti she gained an advantage.
"You're doing the face again," Haley inford him.
"What face?"
"The competitive face."
"That's not a real thing."
Alex looked up from the ga board.
"It absolutely is."
Traitor.
Gael narrowed his eyes slightly at both sisters while Haley laughed.
That dynamic had started becoming more common lately:
Gael and Alex slipping naturally into rapid-fire sarcasm while Haley watched like an entertained referee.
Still, Alex had noticeably relaxed around him over the past few weeks.
Less guarded.
More conversational.
"You know what's terrifying?" Luke asked suddenly.
"Most things you say," Claire answered imdiately.
Luke pointed at Gael.
"He argues like Alex but people still like him."
Silence.
Then Haley burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, that's brutally accurate."
Alex looked deeply betrayed.
"I'm sitting right here."
Gael hid a smile behind his drink while Phil pointed dramatically.
"The boy has charisma. It's a gift."
"Or manipulation," Alex muttered.
"Jealousy detected," Haley announced.
Before Alex could retaliate, the front door opened.
A second later, Caron walked in carrying enough snacks to survive a minor apocalypse while Mitchell followed behind holding drinks.
"Oh good," Cam announced dramatically. "The ga already looks hostile."
"It's Monopoly," Mitchell added. "That's the point."
Luke imdiately pointed toward the snacks.
"You brought reinforcents."
"I bring culture," Cam corrected proudly.
Claire looked toward them.
"You're late."
"We had to stop Cam from buying decorative cheeses."
"They were elegant."
"They were sweating."
Gael laughed quietly while Cam finally noticed the board setup.
"Oh no." He placed a hand against his chest dramatically. "You people started without us?"
"So of us age while waiting," Claire replied.
Mitchell grabbed an empty chair beside Alex while Cam settled onto the couch with the energy of a man preparing to emotionally participate in capitalism.
The room sohow beca louder imdiately.
Honestly, Gael still wasn't fully used to how this family multiplied noise levels exponentially every ti additional mbers arrived.
The ga continued another hour while alliances ford and collapsed constantly.
Luke attempted insider trading.
Phil weaponized fake mortgages.
Cam accused Claire of "aggressive capitalist."
And through all of it, Gael found himself relaxing into the noise more than he realized.
Just family chaos and bad financial decisions.
At one point, Alex leaned across the table to steal fake property cards from Haley while arguing statistics with Gael simultaneously.
"You're both impossible," Haley inford them.
"That's because we're correct," Alex answered automatically.
Gael pointed imdiately.
"See? That's exactly what I said yesterday."
Alex froze briefly.
Then narrowed her eyes.
"I don't like how often we agree."
Haley pointed dramatically between them.
"You two flirt like debate club mbers."
Alex physically covered her face.
"Oh my God, stop saying that."
Cam gasped from the couch.
"Wait. That's incredibly accurate."
"There is no flirting happening," Alex argued imdiately.
"Denial," Haley answered.
"Projection," Alex shot back.
Gael hid a smile while Claire watched the entire exchange with growing amusent.
Honestly, the weirdest part wasn't the teasing.
It was how natural the dynamic already felt.
Months ago, everyone still adjusted slightly whenever Gael entered the house.
Now conversations simply flowed around him automatically.
He knew where things were.
Phil included him instinctively.
Luke asked him for help with gas.
Alex argued with him like he'd always been around.
And Haley—
Haley looked happiest when he was sitting right beside her like this.
"You fit in here way too well now," Claire muttered almost absently while reorganizing money piles.
The comnt slipped out naturally.
Without thought.
Haley looked imdiately pleased.
Phil nodded proudly like this confird a long-standing theory.
Luke pointed dramatically across the table.
"Outdoor cat."
"Oh my God," Alex groaned. "We're still using that?"
"It's accurate," Luke defended.
Mitchell looked toward Gael thoughtfully.
"You know… weirdly, it kind of is."
"Traitor," Gael muttered.
Cam grinned imdiately.
"No, no. I see it too. He disappears for a while, then casually returns and acts like he owns part of the house."
"That's disturbingly specific," Haley admitted.
Gael laughed quietly while Claire shook her head into her wine glass.
And sohow, surrounded by terrible Monopoly strategy, family noise, and Luke trying to mortgage imaginary railroads—
Gael realized he couldn't even rember what it felt like to be treated like a guest here anymore.
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